Thursday, March 04, 2010

SNOW FALLING - A 50 WORD PHOTOSTORY



The first grey hair was a bit of a joke, but by the tenth she’d stopped laughing. She just yanked them out blindly. She took up skydiving, wore lycra, ran marathons, talked a bit too fast. If she kept moving, time wouldn’t catch up with her. Yank yank, tick tock.

3 comments:

Kathryn's Daily Writing Workout said...

If I touched one snowdrop,
would I melt into its petals
be swallowed up by this
innocent little tumour,
reminder of black winter?

If I kissed its lips,
would it turn my heart
to face the future
or seal my secret,
keep it pumping there
in its stem until never?

trying to write ... said...

story of my life

xoxo
gina

Jessica said...

I really liked this one and the photo is fab too :)

(I came over from Nik's blog)

Jessica