“And now we have a special request
this one goes out to Gina, from her boyfriend Doug,
he wants you to know just how much he means to you.”
The morning ritual,
get up, bathroom
get dressed, toast.
Radio.
It was always on,
no matter the time
no matter what was playing
so she could sit in her chair
long legs crossed gracefully at the ankle as taught,
feet tap tapping away.
And even when her tired eyes had drifted shut,
laughter lines carefully hidden,
well applied make-up had done the trick,
and her perfect red lips had relaxed in sleep
instinct kept her feet going.
She always wore her dancing shoes,
devil heels she called them
made to trip you up.
But boy did they make a pretty sound.
Her body was old and tired,
skin calloused from hard work.
But that didn't stop the secret smiles
when her favorite song came on.
“This next song goes out to Harriett a very faithful listener.
This Harriett, is from us at the radio station, enjoy.”
Too bad she didn't get to hear that one
but I think that maybe
I saw her smile just a little bit.
Author notes
Prompt: Harriett
I think that maybe I started to lose the plot halfway through. If this sucks I blame it on my brain. If it doesn't, well, I still blame it on my brain.
A contest entry
- Characterization II (8 names left) by Kuranya.
1000 points, ended January 30, 2009, 20 entries
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Comments
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This is the best one I have seen from you, everything about her made me want to know more, Well done. Best to you in the contest
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I don't think this sucks at all. It actually made me miss my grandmother because of how you described her body.
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