Photo prompt ©Bjӧrn Rudberg
Lately I have to physically stop people bumping into me. It’s true. When a woman loses pigment and elasticity the wide world and all his crazy servants become blind to her body and deaf to her mind.
I hope you understand. You see, this sign is not a warning. It’s an invitation just for me. And I have accepted. I am ready to find out what’s next.
I promise that your brilliant blue-topaz eyes will still see the very sequins of me bedazzling our precious patch of velvet sky. My love for you is immortal.
Please don’t be cross.