C'EST LA VIE
The Conversation
I was scared.
There was no time to be scared.
They say I am a hero.
Served in a company of heros.
The scars haven't healed yet.
Buried the memories long ago.
I've been told that I am difficult to live with.
It could be a myth.
You need to get off the couch.
Don't be such a grouch.
Looks like it's going to rain.
I'm not feeling any pain.
There's a good movie on channel eight.
Maybe, I should lose weight.
There's a baseball game on channel three.
Is it time to plant the apple tree?
There's no use going to therapy.
Doctors and chemotherapy!
Finally, our team has the lead!
Rumors that he smoked weed.
He should have hit that baseball out of the park.
In another hour, it will be dark.
I was scared.
There was no time to be scared.
About the Creator
Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar2 days ago in Feast
Comments (36)
Well done on your TS!
Luv this! Congratulations 🎉👏
Congratulations on your top story
Oh I loved this! I need to read more of your writing. My head has been busy with too much reality. Congratulations on this priceless win!
Congratulations for first place . well deserved
Great entry, Babs! Loving it! And congrats!!!
Nice
Makes you think....lots of hard living in the conversation.
Congratulations on top story ❤️
Good
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Ohhh 😯 so good I love the weaving of storytelling & rhymes
Congrats, this is awesome
Babs this is so good and moving. The entire poem left me thinking. Which is a mark a great story or poem Congratulations
Great job with this one Babs
Congrats on the TS
This was so good Babs!
Another wonderful poem, Babs ♥️
Well done Babs.
Great work, Babs! Loved the use of rhyme in this!
Nice poem. Been a bit since I’ve seen your work
Another good poem, Babs! :)
Well-wrought, venerable Babsha! This is breathtakingly surreal and charmingly simple in turn, an apt metaphor for the vivid inner life which our simple humdrum lives barely obscure. I reread it several times in succession! Just awesome!
Nice one Babs! I need to have a go at this too! Have a great day. 😊👍
An interesting angle for the challenge! Big up your entry with my pom-poms! 😁