Sunday, December 27, 2015

Now

The room was white, with large windows. Except it wasn't a room, it was a frozen field at midnight with great white swans picking among the corn stalk stubble. Except they weren't swans, they were the ghosts of women with empty arms searching for their former lives. I can see them clearly now, with my eyes closed.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Geez . . . I dunno about that!