#101 ~ One Hundred Words and a Photo : 1

He barely noticed the foam cut-out lying, arms splayed wide open, circular head tattooed with the gash of a euphoric smile, midriff torn, feet mimicking Charlie Chaplain’s style. A thin thread of blue was striving to fuse itself over the undefined pectorals as it snaked its way up to the rumpled crease that decorated the neck like a high-collared choker. Like an urban snow-angel, oblivious to the camber of the road and the encroaching forest of debris-strewn twigs, for a moment, the disabled foam-man beckoned to him, his amputated hand tugging at his rushing heart-strings.


Victoria O, Copyrighted

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