Ask Me in December
Story 6/42 in The Forty Weeks challenge
Don’t ask me about that
I’ve only just begun, It’s much too soon
There’s more to do, for me to see
We’ll talk about it after the year's final New moon
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Ask me about my day
Whether I’ve written or not
If words came to me
Or if it was a day without
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Ask me about my month
Some stuff I’ve been up to
A good or bad experience
Or another book I’ve read through
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I’m wondering about the seasons
Spring, summer, fall next, and winter sure to follow
A baby, some stories, and time well spent
I want to make the best of my tomorrows
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Then time will come,
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Ask me in December
When my forty weeks are complete
If after all the hard work put forth
Every goal set, did I meet
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This story is an entry into Babs Iverson's "Ask Me in December" challenge.
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At six feet seven inches tall and approximately two hundred fifty pounds, Samael presented an imposing figure when he walked into a room. His physical stature may be impressive, but his demeanor is the opposite. The shy, some might say, reclusive personality that he developed as a young boy followed him into manhood. His favorite job was crunching numbers in a quiet one man back office of a fiduciary firm. He was always polite, greeting his fellow workers with a “good morning” or “good afternoon” as he walked to the back of the office where his little hideaway was located, but never tried to engage in conversations.
By Mark Gagnon2 days ago in Horror
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I really enjoyed reading this. Felt very real, relatable. Good job!
Oooo, all the best for your challenge! Loved your poem!
NICE one!!!
Spectacular!!! Love your last stanza!!!❤️💕💕