Peripheral vision working overtime,
I drive by again. "Please", I whisper.
A glimpse would be heavenly, sublime,
during this sneaky "detour" to the grocer.
Hoping to see him and wave "Hi, Hank!"
Or spying him mowing the yard, shirt off, glistening skin...
Flashing lights and siren abruptly yank
me back to reality. Embarrassment sets in.
by Margaret Bednar
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This is my submission for Friday Flash 55. Tell a story in 55 words or less. Click HERE to be transported to G-Man's (aka "Mr. Know it All") blog to read more stories.
This was also my submission for this week's Magpie (Tess Kincaid had a different photo). My apologies if you have already read it on my poetry/photography blog.
Comments
Without Words is my 55 this week.
fun 55.
Word verification - foolish. Hmmmm.
Austin - Ha! It is very hard to get "16" back...
Jingle - Glad you liked it. :)
Dr. FTSE - what medallion. :)
Mama Zen - ? Hmm. And you needed to deny this ... 3 times?
Monkey Man - Peripheral Vision is just THAT... Keeping one's eyes on the road...
RNSANE - The statue of David would be hard to ignore...
Thank you all for enjoying and commenting! It means a lot to me.
Have a wonderful weekend!
lisa.
Watch out for sirens and such!
xo
I used to look like the guy in the photo, only different.
Have a nice day, Boonie
Too bad the flashing lights and sirens got in the way...grrr!! (sigh) This almost seemed like an A&F commercial... ;-)