Monday, October 15, 2012

Monday Muse...

Sia ran.  Yards of unblemished silk and tulle weighed her down, impeding her escape.  The checkerboard walk and walls of hedge extended to never ending.  Birds laughed at her panic.  She wasn't ready for the gathering family, the priest or the vows.  The white death had arrived, in search of its unloved minion.

Sia ran faster.  He would have to catch her first...


  1. Wow, what a extraordinary camera shot. And a perfect suspenseful flash to go with it.

  2. Thanks Savanna! Isn't it a great shot? It brings so many flash beginnings to mind. Alice's little trip to Wonderland also tripped over my frontal lobe...hehe