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...
Sounds exhausting..you captured the scene perfectly with the words you chose. I felt such pity. Must have been an awful heavy wagon. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy ... I am glad that the scene gets conveyed. I really appreciate your visits:)
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Ruby
You really took me there. Such evocative writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan. Nothing more pleasing to hear than such words. I am glad I could narrate the scene this way
DeleteGreat job conveying his struggle.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Christine. I am glad his struggle came across
DeleteUnique perspective in this little story.
ReplyDeleteThank you Cynk. I am glad to hear such appreciations for this little work
DeleteVery good job describing the events!
ReplyDeleteThank you Donetta
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