Friday, June 10, 2011

Painting Stories #3

What I got:

Washed away from the streets, from the cool, black pavement was the past- those years of heartbreak, miles of empty promises and, for a moment, I was pleased.

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Bryan said...

"The rain could wash away the puke and the puddles of champagne spilled every New Years Eve in New Orleans, though not necessarily in that order. The floods could wash the whole damn city away if the levees broke in the right place. So why, Jesus wept, why couldn't the waters ever wash him clean?"

TS Tate said...

::channels Michelle::
"yes, indeed!"

Elaine Lowe said...

It would have been just after dawn if the sun was out, but the rain wouldn't stop. So, the pavement kept its nighttime inky black and the streetlights still flickered in the distance. It was the streetcar that brought the morning. She gripped her cup of coffee and prepared to lower her umbrella and start the damn day.

TS Tate said...

Nice, C, I like this one a lot!