It was hot, under a dry and searing sun which burned with unexpected intensity.
She walked with firm purpose across the bridge.
Her feet clad in flat soled shoes, head bowed, brow furrowed, looking down at the floor, perhaps avoiding the bright afternoon sun.
Or, perhaps, avoiding something else.
In her right hand, she held her smartphone, with a strong grip. She held it close to her body. So close, it suggested something.
Her expression implied worry, fear, a mind distracted and expectant.
The wires trailed from her ears. The message she heard from the voices in those small speakers creating a feeling of dissonance.
The world she knew. Not the world she listened to with a sense of longing mixed with fear.
In her left hand, she held those important things, the things she had spent all morning searching for.
The papers that might make all the difference.
Her eyes seemed dark and tired.
As if, she held a secret.
That they must never know.
The papers would tell her story.
Perhaps.
(for wordpress writing 101 – day eight)
Look at photo. Read post. Go back to picture. Study picture. Study intensely. Whew! We must save her.
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Thank you Lois…quite possibly she may not wish to be saved, of feel the need to be, but I do wonder, I always wonder…
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Yes I agree with loisajay. A lone figure in a photo is much harder to write about, in my opinion, that an entire scene. You’ve really captured an intensity and mystery with your words.
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Thank you DJ. And sometimes, sitting still and watching people walk by, it is easy to lose oneself in wondering about their lives…
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People-watching is one of my favourite pastimes. X
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I agree, and I would like to get better at shooting them too 😉
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LOL.
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ooh lal a will you tell the story?
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Would have to discover the story first…..
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thats the fun bit
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Watch this space…
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I will 😀
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