Hello Friday Fictioneers!
I’ve been away for quite a while – not much in Biblical terms, but plenty in Earthly ones – and I’m hoping to become a slightly more permanent virtual resident in the Blogosphere, if I can keep it up.
I think I’m blaming my amazing wife, my soulmate, and Amanda Palmer for the inspiration / motivation, more than my own innate discipline…!
Here we go…
Feathered lines, white and evenly spaced, catch the watery rays of early morning daylight and reflect them into nearby windows, reminding passersby of an evening’s debauchery and an afternoon’s preparation.
The bunting radiates out from the highest of spires to the lowest of cobbles, spreading communal hope to all who glance up with a mind to break from the mundane, the inane, the everyday and choose to remember the evening as it was before: glorious, technicolour, resplendent.
Echoes of the festival still abound in the streets, resting in the tune of the street cleaners and the urchin’s playful laughter.
Well, there we go guys – all criticisms gratefully received!