Sunday, August 31, 2003

the light fandango

"tell me," she says,"do you love me?"
her hand brushes his bent elbow. the lights on the bridge illuminate his adept and beautiful face.
it's a question she regularly asks. his response is usually immediate and glib.
this time, he hesitates.
her hand drops to her side. and, flinching at the split-second pause before his affirmative answer, she realizes that honest doubt is immensely, immeasurably superior to routine affection.


  1. Love the colors here, especially the red against the turquoise.

  2. ~I really like the verbiage set against the image, perfect~