eanybean
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I fly down the high street hi as a kite, the magic carpet alive in flight
Duck under street lights, carve round turns
Energy in the rug crackles and burns.
She stands defiant, plants her feet
One hand aloft in the empty street.
Grabbing the rug as I zip past
My face hits the pavement caught at last.
Professor Kyle @blackcatprose
Wednesday micro-story challenge: in 300 characters or less, write a story (fiction or non; it could even be a poem) about...the rug being pulled out from under you.¹

¹In honor of our reliable car suddenly dying...
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Professor Kyle
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In response to eanybean.
Literally pulled out! Love this.
07:33 PM - Dec 06, 2023
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eanybean
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In response to Professor Kyle.
Thanks! Once the idea came to me the words just tumbled out. Poems can be full of energy sometimes.
07:37 PM - Dec 06, 2023
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