Tag: colour

She viewed them with amusement
Attempting to break out of the back yard
They were in eternal if silent conversation
One never knows quite whom or what to trust
It’s not a pain exactly, it’s more like a longing
It had been a peculiar week
Did you have any luck? Not a bit
And you don’t even have to remember how it feels, if you remember how it looks
I hated having to ask them to wait
I could have gone through the door
What sounds came from the street were distant, indistinguishable
Gone Fishing
We need everybody at their most alert
Well, I’ve been having a great time here
They’re like an old married couple, enit?
He turned around and a shudder ran along his spine
She had no idea what the phrase meant
It makes sense to me
And what’s your definition of living?
They tell us what they want us to know, and that’s little enough
In truth, I was made to sing for kings and high lords
He had made up his mind. He was not going to be afraid
Gone Fishing
He suddenly felt vulnerable, and mortal
We’ve something you’re going to want to see
I think you’ve covered all my points
Well, she can be awfully harsh with him as well
He should have made someone pay attention
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And yes, I am wondering too, if and when yesterday’s posts and comments will be restored ;-)
Why are you looking in the mirror?
This is how it has to be
And Now for Something Completely Different …
I stopped and tried to get my breath
The whole place had the fragrance of oolong
You see them when they’re leading up to something
And Now for Something Completely Different
One wrong move and you’re dead
Greens and blues and reds, whirling and cracking
It’s a loop and you gotta do something to get out of it
He wasn’t angry about going home anymore
She makes everyone around her crazy
He sometimes goes off without telling anyone
This story is not your life
No hard feelings? What could ever be harder than feelings?
One could not help being charmed and wishing him well in his little adventure
The southbound train from Paris was the one we had always taken from time immemorial
It is a town perceived as an aging beauty, wearing a fabulous fur coat that smells ridiculously of spilt martinis and tater tots
Now then, mind telling me who you are and what you’re doing here?
She thought she had all the answers now