Eerie, Indiana drabble and a half: Poetry Slam

[froodle]

The spotlights bleached the colour out of Janet’s hair, turning the brilliant reds into a mass of chlorinated greens shot through with shadow. Sweat beaded on her upper lip and she licked it away, tasting salt and the acrid tang of fear. Beyond the stage, the audience sat in darkness, row upon row of empty, featureless faces. Here and there, silver flashed as mirrored shades reflected the dim glow of the exit signs.

She gripped the microphone stand, her hands slippery, her pulse jumping. It was hot, here in the white glare of the public eye. She cleared her throat.

“My name is Janet Donner,” she said, her voice coming high and clear through the wall mounted speakers of the drafty, run-down theatre. “And tonight I’d like to read a poem I wrote, called “Fuck You Creepy Garbage Guys, I Go Where I Want.”

Out in the black, something stirred.



Janet

A Ghost in Pink by froodle; Janet's family during the year she was Lost

Jogging by froodle, in which Janet Donner adapts to life in regular Eerie

Plans by froodle, in which Janet Donner deals with Daylight Savings Time yet again

DST by froodle, in which there is a lighthouse

Figurehead by froodle, in which Lake Eerie's ghost pirates encounter the lighthouse

Comments

[froodle]

SHE ISN'T AFRAID OF YOU CREEPY GARBAGE GUYS!