Wash - 70 Words.
Aaron Dethrage
Darkness washed over the sky like soapy water over a grimy car, soaking and pure. It was appropriately hot–June in the South–and I speculated that maybe it was mandated so by some godforsaken decree. And as the old summer trees wrapped their arms full of leaves ‘round the birds then sleeping inside, I held her and promised tomorrows paved with promise that we both were certain were lies.
Kathleen - Josh Ritter
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Sing Summer Bird, With Songs Uncontested.
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Fantastic first image.
ReplyDelete"promised tomorrows full of promise" struck me a little odd, but I like the piece as a whole. Agree with Sarah on the first image.
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