As far as my eye can see is taut, clean whiteness. I plunge into undefiled purity making marks like first footprints in perfect snow. My combed, long and soft golden braids catch bright lights as they follow my every move. Slender fingers tease wayward strands into a knot, unfurl bundled silks; a palette of complementary colours picked to suit this designer image. I blow tiny kisses in all directions, run zig-zag, straight and back with satin flowing, flirting with lenses that focus on this emerging picture.
Last stitch completed, I’m cast off, pinned into needle-case until next time.
Marion E Ball over 3 years ago
I was left guessing until the last sentence. I like footprints image.
Jamie Clapperton over 3 years ago
I love being wrong footed by a drabble like this. Thank you!
Christopher over 3 years ago
You got me on this one!
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Got me too! And yet again, Rachel, beautifully crafted.