Sunset Boulevard:

Kayaking on the water;

Yes, it’s summer’s end.

An acrostic haiku inspired by the Prompt Box.

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Once Upon A Time . . . someone submitted an idea to the prompt box. This is the result.

A pair of candles flickered on the table, lit with the last paper match from an antique hotel matchbook he’d found crammed in the kitchen drawer. The folded sheet of paper tucked into his back pocket told him everything was ready. He listened for the turn of the iron key in the door; she was home. He pulled out her chair and she settled into it, eyeing the package at her place: a green book tied up with a silk ribbon. Untying the bow, she opened the book and read the folded leaflet tucked inside, then looked up at him as her bright, shining eyes filled with tears of joy.

Some time I go – it matters not when – I found myself lost in the Paris district of Montmartre. Continue reading “The Abbesses of Montmartre “ →