Markey Mark Symmonds flash fiction, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Love Is

Affection

Love is fluid yet does not move, love is here with me and you, love can conquer any woe but love can also go.

Love is a feeling in your head sometimes it lands up in your bed. Love is all about words but not everything has to be heard.

Love is about being in tune thinking the same thing when you are not in the same room. Love is about me and you.

Love is about being strong and weak, love never reaches a peak but love can leak. Love is there even when we don’t speak.

Love is tactile and free love is full of glee. Love is all around us and gets in your hair and love gets everywhere it hits from head to foot and never tarnishes with soot.

Markey Mark Symmonds flash fiction, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Death Crawl

Moving along against the wall he could barely manage a crawl. Rain soaked coat he crawls through the puddles, his mind is a muddle. He knows not what happened but dreams of a cuddle.

Each move harder than the previous all the effort could be in vein his blood flowing freely washed down the drain. Life ebbing from his body rivers of red stain his hands and feet upto his head it flickers he may soon be dead.

Flash backs of family of happy times of little children and nursery rhymes. He crawls another couple of feet like a sodden calved piece of meet. He sprawls face down  his face in his hands curls up in a ball thinking this is the end of it all.

It’s not the way he wanted it to end on a dirty road  body releasing it’s crimson load. He opens his eyes and let’s out a cry got to get home he really must try. Onto his knees hands out in front each movement taking all his effort to make a distance so short.

Round the corner there is his door only a few feet more.  A car pulls up they open the door there are two cracks and he lives no more.

Markey Mark Symmonds flash fiction, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Our Heroine

hoodie-banOur heroine Alice Del Mar retrieves a flashlight from her car, hearing gunshots from afar. On with the light breaking the night, she takes flight not knowing what will come into sight.

More shots across the park she lights a cigarette with a spark. The torch beam sweeps the park not knowing what she will find. More gunshots rip at the air she is working blind.

Heart beating faster and faster senses in overload she is a long way from the road carrying her heavy load. Sweeping the paths to the lakes not knowing what’s at stake or what carnage the gunshots leave in their wake.

Onto the woods all dark and mysterious she realises this is getting serious. Night shrouds the woodland, how she wishes she was part of a crowd as the gunshots are getting loud.

Suddenly her flashlight spots a figure in the middle of the light. There was a man in a hooded top taking aim and pulling the trigger wanting to have a pop at a beautiful fox. He turned the gun on Alice del Mar she wants to run but won’t make it to the car.

She freezes not knowing his next move, would he shoot or scoot. The alarm in his eyes and shaking of his arm raises Alice’s inner alarm she knows she may come to some harm. She turns off the torch and gets down on her haunch and ready to move away. Alice is not sure if she will live anymore and if this will be her last day.

On the floor to the right of her she feels a large stick, it’s in her hand with one gentle flick as she hears the dead man’s click. The gun has run out of rounds. She is up off the ground and onto the gun with her big stick two punches and a good hard kick.

The gunman falls to the ground ammunition spread all around. He’s writhing in pain trying to retrieve the gun again. She brings down the stick and starts to pound. She screams and screams but no one’s around.

She runs into the night driven by adrenaline caused by fright not lead by the beam of her flashlight. She keeps on running until the woods are out of sight, the car is ahead she is using all her mite.

She gets to the car, unlocks it and falls into the seat, gasping for breath and feels the heat. She gets on her phone to report home and ask for the police to meet. Our heroine Alice Del Mar has made it back to her car. This is her biggest adventure so far.

 

Markey Mark Symmonds flash fiction, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Day at the Zoo

Monkeys swinging and rolling at play camels munching at yellow hay. Elephants squirting and trumpeting water to wash their back they are safe from slaughter. 
Flamingos all pink stand on one leg like a skater on an ice rink. There is the hippo so big and tough chewing on grass that’s bare and rough. Then on to the bears eating apples and pears brown fury coats and long claws on the end of their big paws. 

Mearkats scurry in a hurry stand tall to be seen by all. Then the lions lazing around until food arrives then they will bound. Majestic mains on this wild cat king of the plains. Leopards with spots lick tiny drops from the leaves through the trees he weaves. 

On to the, reptiles lizards all scaly and still as a statues, a roving eye that’s looking at you. On to the spiders so deadly and big some are that hairy they look like a wig. The crocodile has teeth so sharp one snap from them and your up to your knee I hope he doesn’t fancy me for tea. 

Snakes that slither and slide along their hissing like an hypnotic song. Out into daylight oh so bright there’s the penguins on the right. 

Slipping and sliding into the water they go darting around to and fro waiting for fish that the Zoo keepers throw.

The final animal that we see is not quite as big as you and me. The giant tortoise slow and lethargic never in a hurry, very old these creatures are, to big to hold but carry their shell on their back so bold it helps protect them from hot and cold. 

Now all the people young and old leave in their cars they go off to there homes, a steady flow. What happens at night we don’t know but the Zoo keepers are friendly though.