Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Drawn Hearts

She walked up behind him, put her arms around him and nestled her head on his shoulder. "Good morning, Frank," she whispered in his ear. He did not turn around, but patted her arm. And so they stood there quietly, two people almost melted into one, looking out their patio door at the flowers in their backyard. 

A High-Handed Horse

There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.