Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
That was...wow. Such emotion!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words
DeleteLove your use of gerunds in this, Ruby, and the play off the word 'silver' is excellent.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm for such appreciation
DeleteLove that play on silver sliver! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Shailaja for your kind words
DeleteLoved the pace and pause you created. I see the contrast from what I wrote.
ReplyDeleteThank you for such encouraging words
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