
Daisies on the Wall
We hadn’t talked for days. I don’t remember why; why you threw down the book you were reading, why I walked out. But the flowers I bought at Mr. Higgins corner store, I still see them plain as smog over the city. Daisies. White ones. The black center dark as midnight.
I stood outside our door, nervous as I was for our first date. I knocked even though I had a key. You were wearing the clogs you always wore. The clip-clop getting closer as my hands sweated. I looked straight at the peephole, tried not to blink. For a second, I didn’t think you’d open the door. Didn’t think that both of us liking punk rock and watching the original Star Trek meant we could make a go of it.
But you did. You opened it right up, gesturing me in with a little nod of your head. It’s about time––you said it as if you’d been waiting for me for a lifetime. The daisies lasted two weeks––we lasted a hell of a lot longer.
Michelle Sampson
I keep asking myself what kind of life you’ve led that keeps you exploring all these “places”. Another great vignette…
Carmen
You remember all the ‘photo walks’ we used to do? I just keep doing them. My family puts up with me always stopping to take pictures wherever we go. I try and take a day or two every month to go downtown and take pictures in random parts of the city. Photography gets my creative juices flowing and that always helps my writing! There’s some strange and wonderful stuff out there just waiting to be found…