P
ristine tree-lined walkways offer a glorious mix of visual and thermal pleasures along
Dennis Pritt in the heat of a low hanging equatorial sun. Similarly, warm hues of street
lighting must evoke romance in a sweltering Njaanuary evening, one would think.
Even though I have traversed this road countless times on my way to work, the evening
walk is hellish. That's harsh, the devil probably has tiki torches and fire cauldrons
illuminating his real estate. I stumble along at an eighth of my normal speed,
careful not to step in dog doo. How I wish I was bat-girl, using
sonar, I could find my way home much quicker in this canine-doodie embellished infrastructural maze.
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Psychologically I am in a state. A state of short-lived scares dancing in harmonious disquiet. Please note, I'm a small-framed female invisibly (due to the blinding darkness) lacking the art of Krav Maga. Deduction: poorly lit areas do not inspire the feeling of safety. Perhaps the veil of darkness facilitates a covert presidential, this is his neck of the woods after all.
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Very descriptive, I love it. ������ More please.
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated :).
DeleteAmazing piece...would love to read more
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteWonderful piece...love love this
ReplyDeleteToo sweet
DeleteThey dark lit paths sure don't inspire romance, this I confirm 😂..everybody in a rush. Lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteFantastic! thank you for your support Rym
DeleteEnded too soon...😢 I was waiting for the writing to begin in real earnest. This is premium work.
ReplyDeleteYou could cook an egg on my face. I'd recommend the blush spots as they radiate a more even heat ☺️
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