The Reply

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

The professor put his glasses down and sighed. Another letter with sheets of poetry had arrived today.

The perils of being a noted poet meant fans writing poems to him in the hope of being granted instant recognition.

Another handwritten note, his thoughts on such missives were fairly well known.

"Type them. You can't evaluate a poem if it is hand-written."

“How do they get my address?” he wondered. He had even joked about it.

"Visit please my humble residence also./ I am living just on the opposite house's backside."

Feeding the paper he began to type out a reply.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

My story for today is speculative fiction. It comes from a line in article I once read. The link is in the story.

The poet I am referring to is Nissim Ezekiel, considered to be the “father of post-independence Indian verse in English”.

A favourite poem of mine is his Night of the Scorpion.

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Flying Chariots

© J Hardy Carroll

I first noticed him on the weekend; he was in our local shopping centre waving a placard in his hand.

‘Repent ye seniors the Armageddon is coming.’

Discarding my kid’s pleas I went to him. 

“I think you mean sinners,” I said as he glared at me.

But he was there midweek with a new sign, giving me a gruff nod of acknowledgment.

He was on to something as items were flying off supermarket shelves.  The role of toilet paper in this crisis confuses me; do we wrap it around our bodies becoming a soft absorbent version of Egyptian mummies?

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

Unfortunately the crises is real and with quarantining cities and  travel bans there is a new normal in place.  Stay safe everyone wherever you may be.

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