Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #13: Write a piece about luck, 20 words minimum for the micropoets, 500 words maximum for the storytellers. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
A Vulnerable Vocabulary
Peeling rust from tongue and pen,
I wonder just how long it's been.
Words are my fair-weather friend;
The currency I over-spend.
I often wonder if I had saved,
Perhaps emission I would not crave.
For when I'm down to my last drop,
I'm quick to share, I cannot stop.
Today I'll take a walk with luck,
He might just help me come unstuck.
But if the clouds are hung just right,
He might just laugh and taunt in spite.
That's why I'll offer my sanity,
He can't resist a fleshy plea.
For once he has a taste you see,
Our bargain will be the death of me.