Thursday, February 24, 2011

Big Tent prompt: A day to celebrate (or not)

no reason to celebrate

a whiff of bacon trickled through the crisp
air, rousing the boy from another reckless
sleep, which seemed to be the norm since.
that. day. one. year. ago. slowly he opened
heavy eyes as his deadweight body remained
glued to the bed. shouldn’t he feel happy
for the time that had passed? for the new
life he had? for old Pawpaw and Granny’s
constant doting over every move he made?
yes he should, but no he didn’t. a year
come and gone, and nothing had changed.
sadness and guilt gripped his shoulders,
pulled him down. every day. and every
night. still. there would be no joyful
celebration like he thought. the boy rolled
over and fell fast asleep. not even bacon
would change his mind.

9 comments:

Kim Nelson said...

I'm feeling sorry for that boy.

flaubert said...

Laurie, this is very sad, but it
makes me want to know more.
Why wouldn't he get up?

Pamela

Jeanne Aguilar said...

This is very sad and I am wishing for this boy to be happy again! Time to pray for all the children who suffer in these situations.

LKHarris-Kolp said...

Thank you for your comments. I feel sorry for him, too. Don't worry... more is yet to come.

~laurie

Tumblewords: said...

Nice characterization in this short piece. The bacon bait is very vivid.

Wayne Pitchko said...

sad...however nicely done and thanks for sharing this Laurie

Cathy said...

Agree, a sad poem which I hope has a happy ending

Deb said...

The untold story is compelling.

liv2write2day said...

My mind is writing all kinds of backstories. You could use this as a prompt! Well done.