Bones #Short Prose #Flash Fiction

“This city lost its compass, I am telling you, Miguel. Bones. This city is filled with bones. Some alive, some dead, some on life support, some better looking than others. Even the sea looks ossified like an humongous bone condemned to carry the sky on its head forever and ever, amen. I am getting tired of so many aching bones. Articulations that don’t work anymore. Well, apparently, some still crack, and then so many perforated veins in which the blood flows in the wrong direction. Truth be told only God knows what the right direction is anymore. And the cemeteries: there are so many cemeteries. And of course, that brings me back to bones. Even my blouse has the color of bones, and even the roses that Angelo brought me the other night looked suspiciously like bones. And look at the walls of this restaurant!”

The waiter interrupts me. 

“Would señorita like some fish tonight?”

“Does it have any bones?”

Excerpt from the manuscript Glass Lovers
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93 thoughts on “Bones #Short Prose #Flash Fiction

  1. The last line really is a delight! So gratifying after the anxious depth of the opening paragraph. The transition from thought provoking into lightly humorous is masterfully done, G. Well played.

     
    1. Hey David, thank you so much. I am glad you liked it. You know how much your support means to me.
      Have a spectacular day and thank you again 🙂

       
    1. You are so kind, Bojana. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Sending you lots of love and keeping my fingers crossed.

       
      1. I hope it is because I know you were under a lot of stress. He is going to be fine 🙂

         
    1. Aw.. I am glad to hear that, Ash! Thank you. Take care. Don’t leave the bike alone 🙂

       
    1. Charlie, you are so good. “Chewing on a bone has its flavors” Haha! Indeed. Thank you so much for your beautiful comment.

       
  2. :)))) Great piece of work! Loved it, especially the ending! Perfect construction that leads to the hilarious ending. But I loved this philosophy of bones, and cemeteries, and dead-while-being-alive people living in dead cities – 100%.

     
    1. Aw.. Daniela. I can’t tell you how your comment means to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

       
  3. Ahh, Honestly, it is always such a treat to read your writing G. I love it how these experts are so beautiful and layered, and always have such a flair, and a touch of humour . The relationship between the characters is so intriguing. I love it how they’re talking so deeply about bones, and this then becomes significant in their conversation at this obviously exotic location. I can’t convey how much I love this. Many hugs to you my friend xox

     
    1. Hello, my dearest R. Thank you so much for reading and for your beautiful comment. I am so glad you liked it.
      Hugs and love to you, sweetheart.
      I’ll try to get to your site as soon as I can.

       
      1. Really, I do not expect you to get to my site at all!! I love it when you do, of course, but I would never ever want you to feel obligated!! I hope you are well xo

         
      2. Sweetheart, I really want to. I left a comment on your most recent poem. I love it. I am going to say again: I miss reading you regularly. I really do.

        “I would never ever want you to feel obligated!”
        My dearest R, I do not feel obligated, I simply love your work. I thought you know that 🙂
        I am well, R ,I hope you are well too, xoxo

         
      3. Oh! Of course I know that. I just mean that if you’re busy or whatever there’s no rush or anything. Hope you’re having a good weekend so far xox

         
      4. I am glad you know 🙂 I hope your weekend is going well too. Hugs 🙂

         
      5. Sunday morning: coffee and a heart from you. I can’t ask for more.
        xoxo

         
  4. Good……day G,

    Love this excerpt. Honestly it filled me with so much inspiration. Images of old, worn bones are filling my head. There is something in there somewhere.

    Like I said on another of your recent posts, you bring images to life. And you do it masterfully. It is magical. I read wonderful poetry and prose here on wordpress.
    But yours are different……..

    Your work is inspiring,

     
    1. Hola Drew,

      Thank you so much for praising my work. Don’t get more bones in your head. We already have some 🙂
      “There is something in there somewhere.” On a serious note, probably it is.
      “Your work is inspiring” That is all I want my work to be. I do not care too much about anything else. The most rewarding thing for me is to know that I can inspire people to reach their full potential. Perhaps that is the reason I love my profession. As I told one of my friends: When I’ll leave the academia I will not take with me my research and my awards. All I am going to take with me are some boxes filled with cards written by my students. Those cards on which they wrote: “Thank you for inspiring me; Thank you for everything you’ve done for me; I would have never been who I am today without you..” And then I will shed real tears.
      I did shed a tear when I read your comment.
      Thank you, Drew.

       

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