A Mostly True Story
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Title: A Mostly True Story
Author:
bardiphouka
Rating: PG
Warnings: implied violence
Word Count: 273
Prompt: “shortcut to happiness”
A/N: Written for week #3 at
brigits_flame
A Mostly True Story
It was, as we said,
The Summer of Love
Carried on a few years
For those who who
Missed the first.
And the story starts,
As many did then,
With dead things
Not soldiers but roses
Dozens left in the alley
The florist, it seems,
Having anticipated a
Burst of Romance
That had not happened.
And so Terry and I,
With nothing better to do
Nabbed the innocent victims
And held the first and last
Ann Arbor smile contest.
Each lady who smiled
Got a rose and a promise
That they would find
Happiness at some
Point during the day.
That was Terry’s Idea
Terry could make me nervous
Especially when I heard
People had started disappearing
Women disappearing
With smiles in my memory
“Isn’t it best” Terry said
“To let happiness slide
like red rainbows and
stay forever?”
I did not answer the door
That night, I could not
Remember if I had smiled.
There was a note on the door
“Gone fishing for more trout”
The note was fixed to the door
With a knife slightly redflecked
And which I did not touch
So there you have it, sometimes
The way to sudden happiness
Can leave something
To be desired.
Author:
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Rating: PG
Warnings: implied violence
Word Count: 273
Prompt: “shortcut to happiness”
A/N: Written for week #3 at
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A Mostly True Story
It was, as we said,
The Summer of Love
Carried on a few years
For those who who
Missed the first.
And the story starts,
As many did then,
With dead things
Not soldiers but roses
Dozens left in the alley
The florist, it seems,
Having anticipated a
Burst of Romance
That had not happened.
And so Terry and I,
With nothing better to do
Nabbed the innocent victims
And held the first and last
Ann Arbor smile contest.
Each lady who smiled
Got a rose and a promise
That they would find
Happiness at some
Point during the day.
That was Terry’s Idea
Terry could make me nervous
Especially when I heard
People had started disappearing
Women disappearing
With smiles in my memory
“Isn’t it best” Terry said
“To let happiness slide
like red rainbows and
stay forever?”
I did not answer the door
That night, I could not
Remember if I had smiled.
There was a note on the door
“Gone fishing for more trout”
The note was fixed to the door
With a knife slightly redflecked
And which I did not touch
So there you have it, sometimes
The way to sudden happiness
Can leave something
To be desired.