I smith words. Here are six.
Watching You.
Foolishly, we thought we were alone.
At a risk of spoiling the literary illusion, this photo was taken at a very deserted Hampton Court, when it was closed for a snow day. This week’s theme at the Daily Post is ‘Off-Season‘.
Thank goodness for that little moment on a Friday afternoon when you realise there are two days of bliss ahead. Here’s a few seconds of literary escapism in celebration…
The Hemingway Day. Crack.
The cracks echoed, fracturing. He froze.
Thank you to The Daily Post for the photo prompt
Day 10 of photography 101…’Mystery’.
Bitter.
Little bobbled droplets clung to the tips of my eyelashes, weighing heavily with every blink, but in the distance I saw life.
The moment I was treated to just a slither of the view below I was agog. It was waiting for me to marvel. Snow flakes had been pirouetting through the air for some days and the streets were quilted by the purest of whites. Somehow it cushioned the air, dampening any sound made within its walls of soft shrouds, until the city became a low murmuring version of itself.
From the 86th floor the world pales into insignificance; up here, everything is diminutive at the mercy of my place of power. There is not a single face or a solitary voice, just jutting columns of glassy steel that peer feebly from beneath with envious scowls.
Where the steel blue sky meets the white caps of each building, a warm flame hue subtly burns. I could stay here until the sun orders those white blankets away again.
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