By Debbra Mikaelsen
The neighbours practice French as an orange bumblebee plunders poppies. You’re reminded of Monsieur Thibeault, who conjugated verbs with chalk pinched between his fingers like the Gitanes you smoked together after lunch. You were zipped into a cage of tight jeans. Hobbled by spike heels. Reduced by a diet of grapefruit and cottage cheese.
He lived at large in the freedom of billowy linen shirts and shaggy hair. Took pleasure in butter-slathered, ham-draped baguettes as he lay in the long grass by the creek.
And didn’t you hear that some of the girls went to visit him in prison?
A thousand words were not needed to paint this many layered narrative painting.
Thank you so much, Anna
Genious.. picture and timeframe spot on for me?
Thank you, Lene!
Thank you, Lene! We are products of the same time.
Powerful piece with wonderfully descriptive details.
Many thanks!
Ah, times caught up with this French lover whom you capture so beautifully!
So glad you liked it, Laura. Thank you
Enjoyed the imagery, very good.
Thanks so much
Really enjoyed this one. Thanks