This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The stuff below was fun to write and I can always use the practice; You know – practice makes perfect.
Fat Tony met Eleanor in a poolroom; on the far side of the park.
She worked there, serving drinks and
sizing up her marks. They lived together on the Eastside
for four or five months; before Tony disappeared.
I didn’t see Fat Tony for a long, long time and,
I almost didn’t recognize him
when I did. He was standin’ on the corner
two blocks down
from my ex-wife’s place
by the river.
He looked gaunt… wan.
Tony said he’d just got out.
Told me he’d caught a five year rap; served eighteen months.
Told me he’d done it all at Vicissitude, upstate.
Told me it was on account ‘o Eleanor.
With perfect 20/20 hindsight Fat Tony said to me,
“Shoulda never let that girl into my life,
Shoulda never let that woman into my car,
Shoulda never let her into my house.”
Eleanor was long and lean
Quick with a smile, and
loved to entertain.
She introduced Tony
to her younger brother, Don.
They had different fathers,
but shared their mom.
Don, in turn, shared a sure thing with Tone
A low risk heist…
A fat payroll just waitin’ to be taken…
Tony’s prize was eighteen months
Eighteen months upstate,
but he also had a chance to spend time with Eleanor
Ole Fat Tony’s done time before.
I got a new poem out of it.
This week’s prompts are:
- a knife in her boot
- art deco
- start with baby steps
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.