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Donít ask me why the sun sometimes sets cherry red. Donít ask me to repeat what Iíve said. Donít ask me to walk a mile in your shoes. Iíve probably been there, I probably know. Donít ask me why a man can see the things he sees and walk away. Donít ask me why the tide comes in, rumbling against the once soaking shore to reclaim its now dry pebblesÖto carry them adrift once more. Donít ask me what they mean when they shake their heads at me and mumble that I am always one shoe away from being barefoot. Donít ask me that!
I have some answers, some hidden gems unfathomable to others, but I am not asked the questions that would unlock the burgeoning tombs of my ancient wisdom. I am asked instead, if I think it will snow. As if I would know.
Donít ask me how to explain the way my hands, in the halo of the moon, create shadows the shapes of angels. I donít know, I only take the time to wave them about and wonder where those angels will go. Donít ask me about the books I read, the food I eat. Donít ask me what I am thinking as I sit in the summer night, with the green-glow-crackling of dying insects punctuating the staccato hum of crickets unseen. Donít ask me how the rain might wash away the night, how swallows flit across the darkness of the quickening sky, undulating in a pattern of oneness throughout the sky. Donít ask me!


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At the end of every short story the reader should feel like a cloud has lifted from the face of the moon.


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The following comments are for "Don't Ask Me"
by Zachary Martin Glass

Don't Ask
Don't ask me indeed! Nice little rant. Good imagery, particularly in your last paragraph.

-SD

( Posted by: strangedaze [Member] On: February 29, 2004 )

i agree with jess

yeah, i was thinking as i read it through... let's mess up this paragraph experience and cut some punctuation and have ourselves a little poem.

i particularly like this:

with the green-glow-crackling of dying insects punctuating the staccato hum of crickets unseen.

(is this toby?)

ark

( Posted by: ark [Member] On: February 29, 2004 )

hmmmm.
Thanks guys. I don't really know if this is Toby or not? I lead an on-the-spot writing group and the prompt one day was "Don't ask me..." This was my result...so I guess it's not really Toby. Toby's rants are what I do to find out who Toby is as a character...so I can use him elsewhere and really get under his skin. (I know, I know...too much information!) Thanks again!

( Posted by: Zachary Martin Glass [Member] On: March 1, 2004 )





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