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Mrs Elys Travesty #34

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Flowers in one hand, scissors in the other, she looked around. Being close to Carl offered her comfort, but she was sure this place would feel forbidding to other people. The cold air, casting its freezing memories of Arctic waters; the ruined chapel, rising disfigured and threatening into the numb blue sky; the loneliness.
She fingered the scissors and looked around, as if ensuring she was truly alone. The twin blades glinted in the sunlight like the eyes of an old friend offering an answer to her unasked prayers.
She finished cutting the stalks, sighed softly and caressed the scissors.

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    Chilling! Those otherwise innocent scissors have taken on a deeply sinister incarnation. Methinks they might play a macabre role in what’s to come! Brrr! indeed...

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    (Btw, and completely unconnected, I have been fascinated trying to work out your personal identifier Drew. At first it seemed to to me to be an army tank, but now it looks like a rooftop. That’s what happens when you get new specs... you see more... but if I’m wrong, then clearly the specs have to go back!)

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    LesleyAnne 3 months ago

    Don't do it mrs elys

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    Drew Martyn 3 months ago

    Thank you, folks.
    Neville, it's a pic of the steps up to the Shed at Chelsea, probably taken in the 70s. But I can see what you mean by tank and rooftop. The football pitch is in the murky beyond, the steps go up to the back of the Shed end :) I spent many a happy hour walking up those steps (and many a sad and depressed hour walking back down after the game!)

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