Everyone knows who she is. She's never owned a car, rides her bicycle with
the wicker carrier, everywhere. There are sightings of her pedaling down the river past the bridge and farther. Her long hair is grey, and festooned with bright silk flowers. She has an instant smile and a daily affirmation. She studies your face when she talks to you, holds your thoughts and releases them like balloons until they are pinpricks above the clouds. "You make your own heaven," she muses, reclining in a child's plastic swimming pool in her yard, repeating your name when you look lost.
Christopher almost 9 years ago
Wonderful. She sounds like a lovely soul. Really nice job.
"...pinpricks above the clouds." What a fantastic line.
D.M. almost 9 years ago
Thank you for reading and commenting, Christopher.
Samantha Grace Bishop almost 9 years ago
i like the dichotomy between making your own heaven and the plastic swimming pool. good one DM
D.M. almost 9 years ago
Thanks Samantha Grace!