I opened up a book and the words fell out. It was cold and windy and from a storefront reflection, I could see the surprised look on my face. Inky fine print flew from the page. Jumbled. Tossed. It mixed together like salad.
I tried to gather them as fast as I could. Their shape, their letters, their voice was too slippery. Wet rubbery ink littered the streets with sayings. Their sentences bounced against the ears of pedestrians.
“Love I’m sorry lost stopwatch.” I tried to make sense of a stray sentence down the block, but the words had become tangled. Their letters were loose and their punctuation was damned. I squinted, but their meaning was lost.
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I adore this.
quite nice
Love this! That the letters and words fall out and get jumbled up, is wonderful!
Wonderful! I can just see the scene in an animated pen and ink with watercolor drawing blowing in the wind in curlicues!
Actual word salad, nice. I especially like the image of it happening outside on a windy day.
Beautiful story! Maybe there is meaning in the jumbled words!
Alice in book land…. trying to make sense of all those wayward words. Very nice, as usual.
Wonderful imagery. Such a fun read.
You gotta watch those loose letters. You can date them but don’t marry one. They always seeing the grass as greener on the other side of the fence. The relationship doesn’t end well. We forget that there’s enough to go around.
Just love this! As Little Voice says, such a fun read!
Superb simplicity
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very creative writing here.
Loved the imagery! Saw letters dancing everywhere. I love this style of writing and I’m tempted to reblog a few….
Ann