23/5/20) The following piece is specially made for: Linda G Hill’s Saturday Stream of Consciousness , #SoCS 23 May 2020:
(Here are the guidelines for this today’s prompt: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ch.” Find a word that starts with “ch” and use it as your prompt word. Bonus points if you start your post with that word. Enjoy!)
Chances are that things won’t return to normal.
Chances are that things will get better; chances are it’s up to me.
Chances are that we will have to pull ourselves out of the quagmire, and wait for the sun to dry us out as we slowly open our eyes; adjusting to the light.
Chances are that we will gradually step out onto the shore and walk into this unfamiliar space that we call home.
Chances are that we will meet a new day, a different day, in strange new tones and colours; but a day nonetheless.
Chances are that we will rise to greet this brand new day, as we have done over time immemorial, time and time again.
(Here are the guidelines for this today’s prompt: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “want.” Make the word “want” the first, second, or third word of your post. Have fun! ……………)
“Whatever you want,” he said, yawning.
She could see his yellowish teeth as his mouth opened. He looked bored, as if he had given up trying to convince her.
“It is what I want,” she said. “I’m not going to let this lockdown thing stop me. I don’t know why we had to come here. There’s no garden, and the whole place smells of damp. And the rooms are cold.”
“Well, it’s not up to us,” he said. “We go where they go. Me? I’m ok. Don’t mind really as long as we have the basics. You know, food, sustenance, a bit of space to stretch out in. And our tribe. Wouldn’t want to be without my tribe.”
She sighed, and stood up, stretching her legs out one by one before ambling slowly over to the window. Her eyes were large pools, amber in colour, as she gazed longingly out into the distance.
“Tribe,” she murmured, repeating what he had said. “Doesn’t matter to me that much. I just want to go back home. Back to where we were before.”
“This is home now, I think,” he said cheerfully. “We better just get used to it.”
“Not me,” she said slowly, still looking out through the window where she sat. She stood up and hopped up onto the window sill.
“I’m out of here,” she said. “You dogs are welcome to stay here with your ‘tribe’– your owners. I’m going back. I can make it, I know I can.”
With that she dropped down silently onto the paving stones that lined the normally busy street outside. But there were no cars today, or very few anyway. It was lockdown after all, and people had been told to stay home. With a swish of her tail she darted across the street and headed into the distance