Yarg. More (sad) J/E fluff. I'll be picking it out of my hair for months.
This was written as a response to a friend's challenge...See I did it!!!
I own diddly squat.
Gone
By Missy Mouse
I knew from the moment I woke. Looking out window confirmed my fears; the sea looked dead. No sparkle edged its ripples; no lively froth crested its waves.
So...it is too late. Or maybe my dreams of unpredictable heroes, and even more unpredictable adventures were always doomed. They have followed the man at the centre of my hopes. For I know, with a deep, cold hole opening in my heart, that Captain Jack Sparrow is gone.
Later on, as I sit and eat my breakfast, I will no doubt feel drowned in this banal world of everyday routine. Mr Turner will, I am sure, call on me at 1 o'clock, without fail. He will gaze lovingly at me, like a loyal puppy, for hours.
He has no idea. His only link to real freedom has not been severed. His last opportunity for real happiness has not just been taken away.
His one true love has not just died...
...I wish she could...
This was written as a response to a friend's challenge...See I did it!!!
I own diddly squat.
Gone
By Missy Mouse
I knew from the moment I woke. Looking out window confirmed my fears; the sea looked dead. No sparkle edged its ripples; no lively froth crested its waves.
So...it is too late. Or maybe my dreams of unpredictable heroes, and even more unpredictable adventures were always doomed. They have followed the man at the centre of my hopes. For I know, with a deep, cold hole opening in my heart, that Captain Jack Sparrow is gone.
Later on, as I sit and eat my breakfast, I will no doubt feel drowned in this banal world of everyday routine. Mr Turner will, I am sure, call on me at 1 o'clock, without fail. He will gaze lovingly at me, like a loyal puppy, for hours.
He has no idea. His only link to real freedom has not been severed. His last opportunity for real happiness has not just been taken away.
His one true love has not just died...
...I wish she could...