Prose Poem: This way…

rain

Prose Poem

This way…

Grey autumn day. Rain falling, wind chilling grey autumn day.

Everyone seems to be rushing somewhere inside their car.  The children, make finger drawings on fogged up windows.

A man looks at me and seems to wonder what I might find interesting enough to photograph in the middle of the road.

‘She should photograph a monument, or the trees!’ he seems to be thinking.  He watches:  I’m obviously focusing on the ground.

Grey autumn day.  Rain falling, wind chilling grey autumn day.  I see an arrow painted on the road.  It indicates which way to go, under the autumn sky.

Day one: OctPoWriMo

11 thoughts on “Prose Poem: This way…

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