Short Story

Short Story

Have you built a final fortress behind the winding wall
so you need not deal with this crazy world at all?
Is your lofty Shangri-la an adequate escape
from the headlines of the day—the raw world’s rub and scrape?
Have you left behind the saga of this noisy world
to hide out in your quiet cave where you are snugly curled
in your Barclay lounger, an old cat on your lap,
your only excitement rubbing against its nap?

How the needles click and clack as you knit and purl,
remembering small triumphs from when you were a girl.
No need for social intercourse or charity or giving.
Each year you knit out a life that contains less living,
striving for an entity devoid of stress and trouble,
sealed up neat and tidy in your private bubble.
This is really living, you tell yourself each day—
loneliness the only price that you have to pay.

 

Prompt words today were lofty, escape, quiet and saga.

7 thoughts on “Short Story

  1. Marilyn Armstrong

    I think maybe we are all trying to build some mental wall that protects us from the awfulness of the world. I dive into it when I can, then I jump out and try to remember that this is the only life I get and I ought to do my best to enjoy as much of it as I can. Because I’m not going to be around when “things are better.” That could be hundreds of years in the future.

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