Frozen Heartsleeves

A lavish last wish, an idle ladle, a raceme of blue flowers. Skeletons coming out of moth-eaten layettes. The woman with the leaky ego and the hideaway life repressed her laughter. She'd just come off of a Rorschach high. She'd seen an inky Buddha, a blotchy Jesus, two Picassos

and a Peter Max...

Reviews

[Rosie C]

Hmmmm, this is another one with an highly unusual title.

Catching my eye once again. I’m totally absorbed.

Strong choice of words. I’m well and truly intrigued.

A pleasure to read. 😉