His feet splashed in puddles as he rushed past me holding a red umbrella and red bag.
A nearby illuminated Barber pole reflected in a store window that he passed by, creating a sort of fun house scene that aroused long forgotten joy in me. I turned to watch him run down the empty street, a poppy blowing in the wind.
a poppy blowing in the wind...fun little vinette...a fun house scene...smiles.
ReplyDeleteAh, a touch of magic in that poppy!
ReplyDeleteVery nice. You are a master at these :)
ReplyDelete... a poppy blowing in the wind.
ReplyDeleteLove that!
A lovely image!
ReplyDeleteyah-know I have had poppies in mind this past week- but as relates to paintings! thanks-
ReplyDeleteI just love how we can all look at the same scene... and see so many different things.
ReplyDeleteLove the playful nature to your piece.
Fabulous.
ReplyDeleteI love your wonderful way with words.
Have a nice evening.
Dogwood
Very atmospheric Suz!
ReplyDeleteah...long forgotten joy in me
ReplyDeleteglad you all saw the poppy too
Seeing the pic gave me a worrying piece but I love the way you interpreted this.
ReplyDeleteNice one again sister!
JJRod'z
Fabulous image and post. It's a little bit magical.
ReplyDeleteNice that you see magic in the darkness, and pleasure in the memory!
ReplyDeleteAloha my sweet friend Suz, sorry I haven't been for a while. Love this piece...I just love your prose period, always touches my heart.
ReplyDeleteTake care, Connie
Nice closing sentence...
ReplyDeleteTrellissimo....yes, the most important image lingering
ReplyDeleteI can feel the joy.
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