Stone

He opened his fist. One of the pebbles was gone. He pulled a dollar out of the air. He saw my gun and showed me how it was done.

Ice

Call them ice, rocks, diamonds. Or what your sugar boy calls them. That’s what Aki had been told. But he got it wrong and paid.

Baby screamed as the polar bear leapt across the ice. “Hush,” said Mummy Penguin, “it’s just a dream. We live at opposite poles.”

His slow black car was spattered with green-white gullmuggings and smelled of fish. The thuggish depositor eyed him and cawed.

Inspired by a twitter conversation with @ropoem and @TangledFox

I swam fast, knife held tight. You lay on the mattress, eyes closed. A single strike slashed. Now the tide would not take you.

J whispered “My heart it beats like a drum”. “Boom boom”, K answered, “boom boom!”. They cyber danced and, later, they married.

The taste of the sea stayed with Steno though he washed his mouth with wine and ate his meal of honey. The night would be long.

In the cool grey land, the hot season rarely was, nor warm – a few days, a mayfly’s life in May, more a summary than a summer.

He knew the steps but not the heart that caused them; she was wild, and spun and kicked. Thoughtful fire danced through them.