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...
A bit eerie.
ReplyDeleteYeah ... A bit eerie.
DeleteThank you for stopping by Kalpana
Spooky!
ReplyDeleteI wanted it to have mysterious feel but I think this version is more haunting.
DeleteThank you Kathy.
"Fluorescent flickers." Nice imagery!
ReplyDeleteThank you Eilidh. You have a beautiful name
DeleteBeautiful yet chilling.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Teri
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