January 21, 2010

Uncomfortable Territory-FRIDAY FLASH 55



Eyelids closing, stinging, she was ever so tired. Her mind raced to exhuastion, but her body didn't move. With the storm settled a bit, she slowly started sinking into a foreign place, so unfamilar, confusing and uncomfortable. It never occured to her to stop, look and listen to her own needs and to fulfill them.

Every Friday write a poem, story or limerick of 55 words, no more, no less and then report to the G-man!!

8 comments:

Ronda Laveen said...

Yes, mom deserves her own time and space too! So hard to remember. Thanks.

Hootin' Anni said...

So....am I to assume this is going into her dream? [or nightmare if it be the case]?

Oh so much could be read into this excellent 55.

My 55 is HERE, scroll below my show n tell stuff.

Happy Friday.

Brian Miller said...

nicely done 55. an uncomfortable place to be indeed. mmm...something to think on today as well.

my 55 is up!

Kim A. said...

Yep..that was me before Alanon. Totally. You hit the nail right on the head today. Great 55!

Namaste

clean and crazy said...

i have been that in exact place. sometimes i still go there. great 55 thanks for stopping by

Syd said...

Very nice. I can identify with this.

Lou said...

Never too late to change!!

g-man said...

Mom....
This was Awesome.
Very Powerful 55 My Dear!
Thank You for this excellent contribution, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...Galen