Monday, October 26, 2015

Week in Seven Words #267

White linens folded in a pile. Beside it, a vase of brown roses.

Long scars on a lone tree. It looks like it's been whipped.

On all fours, her nose to the floor, she searches for candy among people's feet.

The kid flops onto the floor. He stares at the ceiling, then rolls over onto his stomach. Thunks his forehead against the carpet a couple of times, rolls onto his back, and kicks his heel against the wall. "Ow," he says, and kicks the wall again. Any sensation is preferable to boredom.

Lime green graffiti lighting up a street soaked in rain.

An old man pedaling a bike, leaning into it. It's a purple bike, and he wears a Panama hat and black sandals. He shifts a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. The front wheel of the bike jerks left and right.

A barren nest tucked in a tree hollow.