Charli’s post that primes her May 3rd prompt at Carrot Ranch this week is upbeat and hopeful with the promise and excitement of spring. But a word like “line” has so many meanings, can lead in so many directions. Here are 99 words (no more, no less) using a line in the story.
Lines Cut
I said I’d drop her a line and left; for adventure, for independence, for life.
I traveled, knew the hypnotic spell of the white line binding the highway’s edge, don’t cross it. I pulsed to the marcato beat of white lines cut on a sad square of mirror, don’t look. Learned to cook with a crucible spoon, quick and easy recipe scratched in welted purple lines on my skin, don’t ask.
My life is a tangled broken web, doesn’t hold fast. She tossed a lifeline but I cut it into pieces to knot around my arm, no going back.
ShiftnShake 
😀 Very nice. It reads like a piece of beat poetry to me.
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I dared be a little experimental here. Glad if it works. Thanks for the visit.
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Wow. I really liked this, D. It’s powerful. I’m glad you experimented.
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Thanks D. I am glad it is fiction for me; I know it is a painful reality for too many. There is a wicked irony in young people looking to assert their independence and then becoming dependent on destructive habits.
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Edgy and bleak, marching straight to hell. “Don’t cross,” “Don’t look,” “Don’t Tell” until the knot is firmly in place.
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Yep, no going back.
That’s a powerful comment. Thanks for coming by and leaving it with me.
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