#RainbowSnippets: At Her Service

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday or Sunday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

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For mine, I’ll continue where I left in my expanding version of At Her Service. This is just slightly over six sentences, forgive me…

“I know, Mother.” I could almost hear her rolling her eyes. “You’ve told me this story countless times.”

“Clearly not enough!” I could almost feel the hatred chilling the air, mingled with a thrumming note of fear. “This girl’s blood stole everything from us. She’d steal your name from you if you gave her half a chance.”

#QueerBlogWed: Paula’s Prompts

On December 23, 2021, P.T. Wyant at ptwyant.com a Wednesday Words prompt involving a message ignored, a last minute gift, and a lucky break.

This poem was the result…

She ignored my message 

Pleased by her lucky break

A bargain price for a last minute gift

One I already have

I’m sure I told her I have it

She says I didn’t

Maybe she doesn’t remember

Or she just wasn’t listening

I’m no longer sure

We recall our conversation so differently

Not even remembering the same words

Such imperfect memories

Coloring our impressions

I’m ungrateful, she’s insensitive,

Even when we don’t shout the words

We betray our feelings with a rolling eyeball, a twitching lip

It’s in the tense silence

Echoing with unspoken things

It’s just a misunderstanding

I don’t know if I was ignored

I wasn’t trying to be ungrateful

It’s still a gift, normally an expensive one 

If not for the lucky break, the bargain she got

It was meant to be thoughtful

Even if it seems thoughtless

A constant reminder of a conversation

Where many things were said

Some were more important than the gift

The object symbolizes those lost moments

Words which meant more than I realized

Otherwise they wouldn’t wound us still

How to explain in a way that doesn’t offend?

Anything is better than this tense silence.