SIX WORDS: It really ought to be simple but for some reason I’ve been struggling with the lack of creative juices this week and cursing Hemingway’s ‘Baby shoes’ story, for that is what started this addition to the blog, so when the writing won’t happen it’s hellish frustrating. C’est la vie I guess! Without further ado:
Grandma scattered by ocean. Chunks everywhere.
Butterfly landed, replacing President in scope.
Ice cracked, expression frozen. Shore…distant.
Everybody wore gas masks…except one.
Nobody understood them like Google. Nobody.
Pet cold. ‘Alexa told me to…’
Neighbourhood knew. Did nothing. Allowed everything.
Baby cried. They didn’t have one…
Beyond the glass eye? Another world.