The young, attractive, angry suicide survivor glanced at her phone before reciting
an angry poem in contralto voice which obscured nervousness,
each sibilant rapidly voiced in pitiful pain.
As you look into their eyes, look both ways when they tell their story.
Mind the gaps for hidden meanings in of the human condition.
Our Literary Journey 
Well done, you!
I’ve been pondering this one…
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Thanks, Dale. I found that word hard to write to and I may have used it incorrectly (had to look it up). But I suppose that’s why it is a challenge. Hope your Saturday is wunnerful. 🙂
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I am on the fence whether you used it correctly or not 😉 You’re still way ahead of me coz you actually did write something!
As for my Saturday, it was absolutely wunnerful as I spent the afternoon and into the late night (I just go home twenty minutes ago) with a couple of friends I haven’t seen in twenty years. So much catching up to do!
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🙂
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Not an easy word to accommodate. Well done.
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Thank you.
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What a surreal scene you have described here, Bill! It raises so many questions for me. At first I thought she recited the poem to stop her from doing anything silly but then I reread “survivor”. An intriguing write, I enjoyed this 🙂
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A real person I saw this week. Thank you for your comment. 🙂
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You’re welcome, Bill 🙂
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Nice one Bill. Well done!
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Thank you, Peter.
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Only 28 words, but captured so vividly, thoughtfully .
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Thank you.
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Perfect use of the prompt – I think! An odd word, isn’t it?
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Yes. Probably my first and last using of it.
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