Becoming Sibyl/Sybil in 60 Seconds

(This weekend’s Trifecta prompt:   ‘give us a thirty-three word piece that has a color in it.’  Here’s my attempt – a silly little piece.)

Gulping wine miserably, I envision poop, tantrums, sticky-gray kid slime.

Caressing my belly, I hiccup pinkly, smile, call it Christopher.

Then, one blue line.

Disappointed deliverance.

Blessed Mother to drunken, gassy paranoia again.

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16 responses »

  1. It’s startling how rapidly our emotions shift us from anxiety to joy to muted disappointment and back again. Loved this piece–was in the same place many years ago, but no blue line for me. 🙂

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