Abilene Writers Guild

Serving Abilene Writers Since 1969

Category: Flash Spotlight

  • July Flash Spotlight

    Words: nosy, forbid, mulled, travel, unravel, submission

    Unraveled

    by Linda Gordon

    In my new sweater, sitting cosy,
    Drinking my tea,
    I daydreamed and mulled
    As my cat became nosy
    About a fray I didn’t see
    She pulled
    She undid
    Before I could forbid
    She quickly traveled
    The hooked yarn unraveled
    The yarn, without cognition
    Followed in submission
    Neither with any contrition

    Rosie’s Last Hope

    by Nancy Forbis-Stokes

    When her boyfriend had to travel for work, he forbade Rosie to leave the house, expecting her usual submission. She mulled over approaching Anne, the neighbor her boyfriend called “nosy.” Had Anne unraveled the cause of her bruises? Rosie knocked on Anne’s door. Opening it, Anne cried, “Let me help!”

  • May Flash Spotlight

    Words: deliberate, degree, sign, native, approach, inability

    Garden Rights by Linda Gordon

    If at the first sign you hesitate

    to approach…

    And, instead, linger to deliberate

    The degree to which

    Those native-born weeds

    Can assimilate and cross-pollinate,

    With warp speed, they will propagate

    And your inability to eradicate

    Them from your carefully planted seeds

    Might be grounds to capitulate

    Marital Distress by Shawn Blakeley

    He was native to the silence, to the degree he never imagined. Jacob deliberately approached Kayla. She gave no sign of notice of his inability to communicate his true feelings. He’d try once more.

    “Kayla, I’ve been a fool. I love you always will.”

    She stood up and walked away

  • February Flash Spotlight

    February Flash Spotlight

    Words: chert, quit, guarantee, cluck, astrological, cooperate

    “When the Storm Hits” by Penny Vieau

    A huge lightening bolt struck the tree outside last night and left some sort of chert at the base. Was it astrological? I can guarantee my chickens let out a big cluck from the storm. They won’t cooperate. That’s it. I quit, throwing my hands up in the air.

    Do They Know? By Linda Gordon

    Who created the hosts of heavenly skies

    Then deplored astrological devotions men devined

    Who placed chert crystals under the sea

    Not mentioned in His inner peace guarantee

    To cooperate is creation’s design

    But not to quit or usurp the divine

    Yet, there’s still cluck about trust

    In concentrated cosmic dust

    A Heavenly Tiff by Mark Young

    I don’t believe in astrological signs

    Because if they could really guarantee

    Life’s path through celestial design

    We’d quit believing will was free

    Your disapproving tongue cluck

    Your glare as hard as chert

    Cooperate to disdain my pluck

    To declare your belief inert.