She thought long and hard about her next move. The last one was a failure, even she could admit that. But to chalk it up to experience and move forward was easier said than done. The road looked rough and scarred so she sidestepped and turned elegantly as needed. It became less of an issue just what she was heading toward once she decided to dance toward it.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
44. Denise on couch
She thought long and hard about her next move. The last one was a failure, even she could admit that. But to chalk it up to experience and move forward was easier said than done. The road looked rough and scarred so she sidestepped and turned elegantly as needed. It became less of an issue just what she was heading toward once she decided to dance toward it.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
43. Ballet Legs
It was in her soul. Just watching, he could see that. He kept silent this time even though she was aware of his presence. She became a different person when she put them on, becoming a player on her own stage. He allowed that. Then he suggested she keep them on for the night. He wanted a piece of her soul.
Monday, August 31, 2009
42. Denise in elevator
Friday, August 28, 2009
41. Mexico Visa
He had no choice, he had to go. The issue was all consuming, pressing into a part of his being he never even knew existed. He wasn’t sure what he’d find when he arrived but that was almost irrelevant. The adventure of the trip would be part of the experience. The arrival, getting to the other side, was more than a destination. It was his ticket to the future.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
40. Saltless Man
His mother always said he had “get up and go”. She was right, but he had to be shepherded along in the right manner by the right people for it to really work. Without that his talent was for naught. It wasn’t for lack of motivation, he was not a saltless man. He just wanted to get to the mall first.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
39. Soostalan 2 Umbrella
Monday, August 24, 2009
38. Soostalan 1
Saturday, August 22, 2009
37. Art studio sign
Thursday, August 20, 2009
36. Butt
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
35. Leggings
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
34. Legs
Friday, August 14, 2009
33. Radio
Those sounds were her only way out. They took her far from the bellows of her father’s insults, her mother’s passivity and the never-ending chores of village life. It held words and music that spoke of opinions and freedom. It was better than the stories her older sisters bragged of from afar. The voices became imaginary friends and she had pretend conversations with each character when the signal faded at night. Unfortunately what seemed dreamy as a child became grating later on. So she lived her adult life in silence.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
32. Paris
Everyone said that a change of scenery would do it. That if she discovered a new focus it would all go away. They were wrong. She still thought of him obsessively. It was never going to matter where she was or whom she was with, he would remain in of her soul. That’s how she felt until she spilt her coffee and her life truly changed forever.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
31. Closeup Smoke
It pained her to make the decision. She held it everywhere in her body, tightening and straining places that had never known tension. The struggle engulfed her in a way that was annoying and pesky, knowing it was time to face it for herself and no one else. She was happy the Tabac sold Galoises by the carton.
Monday, August 10, 2009
30. Fanny
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