Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Sunday

Picture Sunday. I tried. Only a dose of wine and it acted as a shroud. Sunday?

I was on my own. Alone with my daughter. I got up early. I always do no matter the circumstance. In my twenties after a night of hard drinking – I rose early. It’s the best part of the day, isn’t it?

She smiled. I have been watching for this. The face seems sterner today.

Maybe she’s looking for the crack,
the place where she can start to really pull me apart?

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