Nice, Bob. A nice moody piece for an overcast and moody day. Glad to see Bernie's back in circulation. I was out raking the last of the leaves in the snow flurries and thought I didn't like it much. I was completely flummoxed by the Walnut Bridge being closed and all the parade traffic when I tried to cross town yesterday. Forgot all about the parade which I used to take my kids to see every year. Must be the lack of snow which doesn't make it feel like Thanksgiving or Christmas time. Did you go?
Sharon glared at the buildings on either side of the street as she followed the honey-voiced policeman into the island's government center. Like nothing she had ever seen at home, even on TV and not that she had all that much experience in police stations, but even in her extreme distraction trying not to believe Detective Inspector Rooibos that Jack was drowned, some part of her recognized the comic opera aspect to her surroundings. There were wide yellow lines painted or taped three feet back from every reception window, there were signs admonishing people to have their forms notarized in triplicate, and there were posters with lists of safety suggestions and silly scenarios about how to avoid being a victim of crime. Sharon thought that the elaborate colonial architecture and bright tropical colors of paint used both inside and out where the perfect setting for the surreal situation she found herself in.
--Barbara
No comments:
Post a Comment