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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

February dribbles - 8

Vines tightened their grip; thorns dug deep; blood dripped like rain on rose-petals. And Sam woke up.

Jean, in rose-colored nightdress, leaned over him. “You were struggling Sam.” Her biting anger soothed by sleep; Sam thought how love’s pale blossoms turn to thorns. Don’t fight. He gathered hope into his arms.

3 comments:

Aunt Shoe (Marianne) said...

A very vivid image, Sheila ... I love your use of color in this one!

Aunt Shoe (Marianne) said...

A very vivid image, Sheila ... I love your use of color in this one!

Aunt Shoe (Marianne) said...

Sorry Sheila!!! I was having technical difficulties!