Tag: b/w

She has always been a quiet woman.
A lost moment, a blank spot.
Gone Fishin’
I look and listen. I try.
That’s my language.
He was whispering for some reason.
This is not just a detail.
I don’t really know you.
What are you saying?
Look at where we are.
Words that have shapes and sounds.
She said that her mother’s name was Florence.
He did not try to imagine the lives inside.
There where times when he could not stop looking.
And it was probably normal.
It happened intermittently.
He didn’t know how to explain this.
It was one of the Saturdays that feel like Sundays.
Gone fishin’
This is as far as I go.
What were they talking about?
It looked like a nice day.
What are you thinking?
There was still much work to be done.
He disappeared from view.
They walked in silence, listening to the echo of their footsteps.
There was not much left.
There’s no telling what we’ll find there.
Metal doesn’t need food and water.
What a place to be stuck in.
So there is life here, after all.
Bad. No life could possibly exist.
I wonder what the atmospheric sample will show.
What shall I do?
One at a time is enough.
He was sound asleep in a moment.
Was he the first to see it?
Untouched, it was.
I’ll have to take my chances.
I was taught to become a plant.
This is serious.
I wish I’d become a plant earlier.
All he wants to do is sit in the sun.
I’ve been a plant for several days, now.
Why do you think you’re a plant?
The room was quiet.
Let’s have a look at it.
How do you explain that?
There was a balance struck: it was enough.
Nothing had altered.