Well, this was originally for Three Word Wednesday, but the third word (predict) just didn’t seem to fit, so I’ll just publish it as is, even though it seems unfinished.
His voice, an iron bell.
I lost my voice in the snow.
A feeble scratch. I’m nothing now.
Nothing without my bell.
A foaming drink in his cup.
A foaming drink in his mouth.
You are a handsome man. You are.
His plaintive bony hand.
Copyright Megan Kennedy 2010
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nice job!
By: Jingle on August 9, 2010
at 1:27 am