Wednesday 25 November 2009

Tableau

I will never forget how she looked when I saw her, on that morning as I was jogging in the woods: the dappled light dancing on her face, dark hair caressing her shoulders in the gentle breeze, full lips slightly parted, eyes bulging and feet still twitching a little as she hung from the tree.

9 comments:

  1. Ha Ha! I love it! And they call me bad...

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  2. @ Laura - well, you know what they say, when we're good we're very good, but when we're bad, we're better :)

    @ Jared - if he wasn't before, I reckon he is now...

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  3. You can't really blame him if he is into dead chicks now, you make her sound quite beautiful

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  4. Somehow I knew Laura would love this. :)
    Great imagery here Mazzz!

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  5. Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

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  6. Bonus points to Noland for the musical reference. Strange fruit, indeed.

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