Tuesday, March 31, 2009

blue

I never really noticed the color of her eyes before although we worked close together, but then she was alone on the park bench looking down at her shoes, and I walked by surprised to see her there and whispering her name she looked up and she was crying, her tears washing aside the final strokes of a portrait of sorrow.

posted by phil at 12:05 AM

4 Comments:

Blogger marc aurel said...

I love your writing, the general design and your playlist, which I often play while I surf elsewhere.
I've left you an award on my blog!

4/02/2009 8:36 PM  
Blogger Marie Reed said...

Did you write this Phil? I just love it! Happy Postcard Friendship Friday!

4/03/2009 2:45 AM  
Blogger phil said...


[gulp!]thanks, marc, your very kind.

Thanks, Marie - yes I wrote it.
Happy Pff to you too.
8^)

4/03/2009 9:28 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

No, they're brown.

4/03/2009 11:24 PM  

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