Friday, October 14, 2016

Week in Seven Words #308

Before he finally gets locked out of his account, he tries one password after another, probing at his unresponsive memory. Each time, he's convinced that he's only off by one character.

Through cracks in the window, the cold seeps in and curls around my hands and ankles.

Around my wrists, they've placed interlocking plastic chains - some in pastels, others in night-glowing neon.

Cloudy bins of candies in toxic colors line the cold, bright aisles.

His nose has puffed up like a sponge toy that expands in water.

Dark-haired and silver-haired, they play a violin duet in the dim light.

"Don't worry, don't worry," he pleads. He doesn't know what else to do. He only wishes she'd relax, even as his frantic voice communicates the uselessness of such a wish.


Brian Joseph said...

I like your take on the word "besieger" In some ways it is so very different from the original meaning of the word, in others it is similar. It is very appropriate.

HKatz said...

Thanks, Brian :)

Yvonne@fiction-books said...

Hi Hila,

I can't remember the amount of times that hubbie has come close to, or has actually been, locked out of one account or another, because he can't find or remember the password.

Being in the tec space, he has so many accounts with different passwords, that he really does have to use some kind of recall system, the same way that I do with even my small portfolio of accounts.

But No! he insists that he is using the right combination and that the company is at fault. That's generally when he admits that he can't really remember the password at all and he has forgotten to store it anywhere, but getting that confession is like pulling teeth - It must be a man thing!!

Great words, thanks for sharing :)