It was hard to write about the picture again since the first little piece I wrote about it was so vivid, but after a lot of thinking (very hard to do after 11 PM) I managed this little bit. Interesting piece, Bob. I'm liking the population of your movie theater.
It had to be a trick, Sharon thought, an optical illusion. She blamed the large blue and yellow tiled angelfish on the pool bottom for the whopper of a hangover she had endured last week the day after she and Diego had arrived on the island and moved into the villa. Diego had been insistent that they rent this place at the other end of the island from where he grew up. The one story house sprawled like an overworked tart on the lot and was painted a particularly sickening shade of mauve. The only redeeming feature of the outside of the place was the sparkling clear pool water, courtesy of The Pool Guys according to the plastic plaque screwed to the garden wall, with the ever-watchful tiled fish staring at her from the bottom.
It's not much but it was late and I was tired and frustrated because I had made a knitting mistake and had to rip out all 10 rows, including 4 cables, I had knitted after supper. Grrr. See you tonight.
--Barbara
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