I had a rock-solid alibi
and a gift for doubletalk and not losing the thread.
I don't do that stuff.
I'd rather not (again.)
I'd rather die.
I'm the talking dead.

Then, your eyes.
Your hand.
My carefully crafted alibi gone,
turned to sand.

for quadrille #45.



tonispencer said…
Love the pic of Paul and Jane Asher. Nope, I can't go for that, no, no can do. I can relate to the talking dead at one point in my life and all those alibis going down the drain.
Frank Hubeny said…
I like the idea of someone with their eyes turning a rock-solid alibi to sand.
So hot. And so true.
brudberg said…
Even with the best/worst intentions... it only takes a glance
X said…
Erosion, weathering, heat and pressure.
They all lead to rock transformation. Maybe a little
more heat and pressure in this case. One look.
One touch. And its easy to forget a lot of things
we said we would never do. Again.
Mish said…
Even the strongest of things we create can crumble....under pressure or temptation.
Angie said…
i like what you did with the prompt. rocked it. (again)
De Jackson said…
I love the cadence of this, and the voice within.
Kerry O'Connor said…
Aww... so familiar, so poignant.
Sioux Roslawski said…
The ending, the turning to sand. Perfect.
hedgewitch said…
Life is so like this. Alibi's never worked for me, anyway. Love the way you twisted this one up, Shay.
Magaly Guerrero said…
Alibis shrouded in lies turn to smoke. They always do. And people always forget.