Friday 55 June 1 2018

Welcome dear 55ers to another month and another Flash Fiction Friday, which almost didn't happen as I have had recurring connectivity issues in my antiquated DSL. If I am mysteriously absent, it will be due to circumstances beyond my control.

This meme is dedicated to its originator Galen Hayes, remembered with respect and affection for his ability to see the dark laughter under the surface of this life.The blogosphere has changed dramatically since his heyday just a few short years ago, but this meme hasn't--it's still no rules except 55 words of prose or poetry, no more, no less.


So, enough introduction--link your 55 in the comments below between Friday and Saturday at midnight, and let's kick this weekend's ass.

My 55 :

Losing My Grip

Each week the days are

a mangled non-sequitur, a hand's

fingers frankenstein-pieceworked:

Monday a fat woman's thumb

barely able to oppose,

Tuesday's delicate index
blush-nail-manicured,
astonished by work,

Wednesday
my own
upthrust twig,

Thursday's scarab-claw digit

a pharoanic relict,

Friday a child's pudgy pinkie
short as summer.

How can this hand

grasp
 anything
at all?

~May 2018

And because I am tired of unadulterated gloom, some Frankenfurterian musical accompaniment:

Images: Illustration © Eko, in The New Republic 

Still,  from Frankenstein (silent movie) 1910    Fair Use