Photo Story: We’re Not Speaking
When I attempted to sneak back home near dawn, she was there on the porch in her orange wig, red nose, and white pancake makeup. She pointed at an invisible watch on her wrist and then drew the finger across her throat. I got the pantomime.
“But—!” I start but am shushed with the same silent finger. She flaps down the steps in her oversized shoes.
“But—!” I start again, but she smiles and points to the doghouse.
What I wouldn’t give for a shot of seltzer or pie in the face. It’s the mime treatment I hate.
Photographer: Thomas Hawk
Brilliant piece!
This made me laugh. “Mime treatment,” clever.
Brilliant!
This is one of my favorites. Like all great collaborative art, the story and picture are now one in my mind and can never be separated. Also, it’s frightening and I want to laugh. That’s what clowns do right?
Great story. I can visualize the backstory!
I love this so much
Okay, that was fun and clever. 🙂
I very much enjoyed this story. In fact, I liked it so much that I linked it to my WEEKEND READS page – https://shawnbrinkauthor.wordpress.com/weekend-reads/. Hopefully, this will draw additional readers to you. – Cheers! Shawn D. Brink, Author
Thanks, Shawn!
That was a bit creepy
So much fun!
Sorry is good