Briefly… Uncertainty

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Shouldn’t I be flying or something? I mean, really? A ladder?

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God… Wait, I can’t just say that anymore, can I? I might actually get a response now…

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Yeah, like He’s gonna be on a ladder.

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Just like Him. Still gotta make ya work, even after you’re R.I.P.ing.

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Wonder if she’ll be there.

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Betcha she flew. Always so saintly, so “touched.” Betcha she’s waiting for me.

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I should go right back down.

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But why? I mean, what’s to be uncertain of now?

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Oh hell, there’s nothing left. No more holding on.

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Stupid ladder.

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That last bit, by the way, would have been joyfully included, had either the 100 Word Song or Friday Fictioneers prompts pulled from today, mandated a total word count of 100 and 2.

The only thing that Life guarantees us is an end to it all. What we do from start till finish is then pretty much left up to us. I am still finding my way, and I know that many of you are in the same boat. It’s a good boat to be in – much better than the one filled with the folk who think that they’ve already figured it all out. Grab an oar dears, shall we, and then let’s paddle on!

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This week’s song was chosen by Melissa: “Uncertainty” by The Fray

175 Words Plus A Sentence

We’re getting a new professor over at Master Class 2013.

In addition, k~ asked me to this week refrain from writing about dead people or people seeing dead people – maybe even try something life-affirming for a change…

These modifications of course, make me nervous. So much so, that – as you probably guessed from today’s title – I totally blew my usually self-imposed 150-word limit.

No worries though, I’m still Times New Roman, double spaced and one inch margined, all ’round.

So, understanding that this week’s twist is fitting the prompt sentence somewhere within the body of the text (versus being at the beginning or the end) below is week six’s submission for Master Class 2013:

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Seeing her smile, he felt like a safe cracker who – partly by luck – had sussed out the first digit in a lengthy, arduous combination. She was more of a puzzle than she was a safe of course. But in the idea of locating the first two pieces to match, you just don’t achieve the same sort of satisfaction. Or so he imagined. Oh hell, he had no idea what he was trying to describe.

But that’s the way it was with love, now wasn’t it? He was unsure, as he had never felt this before. Not True Love at any rate.

He could hear his soul nudging him, “Shut up and talk to her already, you fool!”

Working up the nerve, he met her vacuous gaze while nervously scratching out a hello of sorts. All while his trembling body gave hint that – upon hearing her response – it might very well simply fall apart at each and every seam.

Before she could speak however, the gruff voice of the store manager intruded forcefully from behind, saying, “Sir, I’ve told you before – you frighten the other customers away, when you talk to our mannequins like that.”

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Shannon chose for this week, from Lev Grossman’s “The Magicians.”

Yeah, I just went there.