We’re iced-in over (down) here in Texas, which means it is our bi-annual week of winter.
While Rochelle is recovering from strokin’ too hard, she has rattled our senses with an Alicia Jamtaas photo taken on a lovely romantic day. Our gig now is to write fewer than 101 words telling the stories that our muses whisper to us as we look at Alicia’s pic.
If your muse is tugging at your mind and makin’ you wanna play, click Ms. Jamtaas pic to dance on over to Rochelle’s blog page where you’ll get to read all about it.
Genre: Dream-dancing Fiction
Title: There She Was
Word Count: 100
It was a hot one. I was minding my business, walkin’ down the street, snappin’ my fingers, shufflin’ my feet, feelin’ the beat.
I saw her sitting there. My heart stopped. We waved. It was love. Music played. We danced. We started callin’ out round the world. Everybody was dancing in the street.
If this is a dream, may I never awaken. I called to her, “Baby, let’s make it real.”
We did with all the music playing, we were all singin’ and dancin’ and hot , hot, hot. She yelled, “Carlos, I love you. “I said, “my name’s Bill.”
Look both ways but love may be sitting up above on yonder windowsill.
Mind the gaps but (flash mob) dance when you can.
AND, A little Smooth guitar from the great Carlos Santana to better tell the whole story.