She never spoke of it afterward — the day she slid into and out of ivory lace that played so teasingly against pink that pink had a patina, the day she stood barefoot at the rough cabin door and sought meaning in ether rising from shoe prints pressed into the mossy path, imprinted into her memory.
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Written for The Mag: Mag 150 that inspired with the above photo prompt (image by Daniel Murtagh)
13 comments:
haunting imagery. Especially the "ether rising from shoe prints "
Lydia....?
Fortunately I have you saved in my Favorites, but you didn't post a Link, and when I clicked on your Name, I was denied access to your profile and blog.
Maybe thats why there is only One Comment so far!
You call it patina, I call it a nipple.
Loved your dual prompt 55
Thanks for playing, I hope you open up your blog to others, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
i mis-read the word Combo at first and expected to see something about Peter Falk, but i don't even want to think about him in ivory lace...
Incredibly lovely, Ms. Lydia ...
Love the notion of pink having a patina...
Quite Beautiful, Lydia. I love the either rising from footprints pressed into the mossy path. Of course she must be barefoot! It's little details like that that make a memorable piece of writing.
What an evocative write. Kudos my friend.
intriguing...nice textures in this...i like the looking for in the ether of footprints as well lydia...
Thank you, all!
Beautiful. Intriguing. Sensual.
Blessings an Bear hugs, Lydia!
Rob-bear ~ (((((Thanks)))))
Lovely. I love too by the way your pic of Anthony Quinn! k.
Manicddaily~ Thank you so much for reading this. Yes, that pic of Anthony Quinn is indeed marvelous; I gain from it each time I look at it.
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