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...
Interesting take on the prompt with the whole fortune telling angle. ♥
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kathy.
DeleteI always find prophesies to be creepy--so many interpretations. This one worked out well, though :)
ReplyDeleteSame here. But I wanted to do some gypsy post and keep it positive too.
DeleteThank you Marcy for stopping by and sharing a word here.
So unique!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
DeleteYou really dug into some great details here, Ruby. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for kind words and appreciation. This is really encouraging
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