Wednesday's Three Word Wednesday

The words over at Three Word Wednesday are faith, miracle and whisper. Good words for this time of year.

The Gift

A sheet covers the window, colored push pins driven into the peeling wood; the sheet the color of limes that have turned.
Curled as he was in bed, the light he tried to hinder continued to reach out for him; it whispered hurtful things that demoralized his spirit.
“Faith,” he whispers back, through wavering eyes slick with old, sticky tears.
She perched on the barstool like a coil, nails blacked by Sharpie, her face a Kabuki mask of white powder. Straight shots of whiskey lined up, each glass knocked back she’s overturned.
“It’s a miracle you’re not dead,” the bartender says, slings a wet bar towel over a meaty shoulder.
“Fucking miraculous,” she whispers, willing the tears to evaporate, less they mess out her carefully applied lacquer.
He stares at the black handset of his telephone, disgusted at the ring of earwax buildup around the depressed holes of the speaker; bile rises within his throat and he fights off vomiting into his metal trashcan. He’s whipped himself into a rage only he can comprehend, see. Two squirts from the industrial-sized hand sanitizer on the pristine desk, he works the antiseptic like lather.
“Peace,” he whispers, tears evaporate as he swipes each perfect cuticle of each perfect finger across his red-rimed eyes.
Whispers are murmurs on the wind; pleading, pondering, puncturing the stratosphere with the desperation of human frailty.
For those who can listen to the silence, pick up the peace, they are the ones rewarded with the gift:
Nourished souls.

7 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

Awesome!

You must publish your flash fictions.

Wonderful work.

symmetry in poetry or what?

alister said...

This is another hands-down, far and away winner. It comes from beyond the world to answer anguish, leaving the reader hushed and whispering regardless of circumstance. There are so many charmed word combinations here, to acknowledge them separately would feel to me like disrespecting the magic.
missalister

Linda Jacobs said...

There is a whole lifetime in this poem. From the roughness at the beginning to the softness at the end, it really does a wonderful job!

Pretty Me!! said...

this left em just speechless !!!

pjd said...

Still a fan. I had to work hard at this one, but you have a masterful way of using small detail to illustrate an intriguing snapshot, imply a depth of character and circumstance. I don't know these people or their story, but I get what ties them together.

mgirl said...

I agree with everything the others have said. This is probably one of the best pieces you've written, in my opinion. Excellent!

angel said...

Something must be wrong with me cause I didn't exactly get this one. I usally get your stuff and really like it. Have to check back next week!