Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate the day!
Oh my goodness! I want to try this again. So it’s a story born from a poem I wrote a while back. What I’m attempting these days. Story is first and poem follows.
Here is the picture and my submission for this week:
She spread a deck of tarot cards on the table. Our eyes met. I was but a traveler attending a week-end concert. She was but a link to something unknown to me. I met her gaze and watched her lay down the cards of my life.
Boats on the river passed by. From one there sounded a calliope whispering the past to me.
I was a lost soul. She drew me in. She touched me. The sun set golden. Images of hope appeared.
End of story
A tiny camper
rushing by on the freeway
passed other cars
put me in that camper
on some sparse land
surrounded by silence
and blue skies
searching for anchors