Free Writing on a Friday

Distorted and geometrically they sat. Connected cubes of well planned perfection. Pilled building upon building onto the base of concrete cubes. In other words, bricks. Glass panes reach over all angles. Reflecting patterns adding to the effect. Like mosaics on a super scale, slats of yellow wood mould their way around an intriguing feature. What this feature is is entirely up to your imagination. A man or maybe a cross, it comes across differently in each perspective. Through the centre, streams a spotlight of sun, making a point of focus for this masterpiece.

Alexandria

 I ran free on the empty shore with nothing but but a bunch of balloons in my hands trying to escape and float up to party with the clouds. The waves calmly crashed onto the sand, bringing along driftwood and seaweed. As I danced and pranced and leaped high into the air,I didn’t care if people saw me because I was free to be myself. I could do what I wanted and when I wanted with none telling me no.

Amy