Monday, 30 August 2010

Faith - Sunday Scribblings

Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt 230 - Faith

F A I T H

Her name was Betty but they called her Faith because she lived that way . . .

She skirted around the edge of things, walked the high wires of life. Dark places and neon lights shone in her eyes and she talked and laughed and sang, her throaty voice a snake charmer pulling hidden things from baskets and making them rise. . .

Over and over she jumped the chasms, stepped over the cracks and pulled the veils from things that should have stayed covered. Plumes of blue smoke, wailing guitar sounds and haunting messages left on your answerphone made sure you always wanted to pick up when she called.

She merged into the shadows but you could recognise her by the dancing sparks when she moved, lithe and agile she jumped the walls . . .

Her name was Betty but they called her Faith because she lived that way . . .
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10 comments:

Deborah said...

Your writing weaves pictures as you read, a wonderful piece.

BJ Roan said...

Well done! Great description.

jaerose said...

Fantastic first (and last!) line..I loved the spirit in this and the sense of energy..Jae (thanks for your visit)

Dayana Stockdale said...

I love this. It feels like prose poetry to me. Very interesting character she is!

Susannah said...

Deborah, thanks very much, I'm glad you 'saw' it! :-)


BJ Roan, thanks for your comment, much appreciated.


Jaerose - thanks very much, I really appreciate your feedback.


Dayana, yes she is an interesting character isn't she. As soon as I saw the prompt for Faith and thought of calling someone that, she sprang fully formed from my fingers! lol Thanks for your comment. :-)


Thanks again everyone, it is good to meet you.

Susannah :-)

oldegg said...

What an intriguing piece! I just didn't get enough and want lots more. Great stuff.

hannahbuescher said...

This is a really lovely piece- poetry in a story form; a tiny epic, eh?

I love the first and last lines. They really make me feel.

Maya said...

someone said "faith isn't faith until it is all you are holding on to.."
.... and that's how she sounds...

Elizabeth said...

I'm fairly sure I know her, met her often in out of the way places where both hope and faith were a necessity. Thank you for pointing me here Susannah, would you mind if I took a copy of this one?

Elizabeth

Susannah said...

Thanks everyone for the comments on this and Elizabeth, yes of course you can. :-)

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