Once a Ballerina ...

It was a simple photo of a bunch of tulips.
She arranged them much like a fisherman with a lure.
Like a child with a wish.

Could it be within her reach?
Likely not.
But something to hope for.

A sign.

~

Saturday night kisses,
The Tart
; *

Sweet Vibrations

Her tulips shook as she hurried.
Being anywhere on time was not in the cards.

Her mind wandered as her pace quickened.
Going to that once place distracted her.

Her last thought was lost once she heard the sound.
It was like thousands of church chimes ringing far away.

Her hair whipped around her face as she stopped suddenly.
The cold chilled her.

Her dark hazel eyes followed the shimmering flashes.
Suspended over her head she gazed at the sea of moving glass.

Her silver Cross pen slid out of her hand and bounced loudly across the marble floor.
As she stood motionless, unaware of her pen, she wondered how she got here - This life.

~

Winter smooches,
The Tart
; *

Winter again ....

I think this might require multiple exclamation points
Originally uploaded by dooce

Tonight a cold front blew in ...

Wow!

Changing smooches,
The Tart
; *

Blue Ray ...

Dear Ray,

I love that blue thing ... I just want to lick it!

Then I want to sit in it.

Hidden smooches,
The Tart
; *