Those opening syllables are subtle clues of what’s to follow. They are breadcrumbs on the trail of a literary adventure. We may not know exactly where we’re going, but we’re eager to buy a ticket for the ride. When it’s done well, it’s all there – like here!
Rhyme nor Reason
Vanessa leaned against a sign that read no skateboarding allowed per city ordinance.
Kneepads, hand pads, helmet, elbow wraps, all fitted to her form; pony tail, tight jeans, the right earrings and eye makeup—made up the rest. A skateboard rested in her hands.
8 thoughts on “The board walk”
This certainly launches 10,000 possibilities, but I’m thinking she’s going to try out a stunt in secret. . .Then, she will. . .
…Call me to let me know what the cost of the reconstructive surgery will come to.
The best of tinsel town babe, hope the dust falls all around you.
Vanessa is ready to roll. But, does she? Or, can she in her tight jeans and earrings (the right ones for whom)? I want to know more!
Yeah, ollies and the like may strain the fabrick around the figure. I don’t think she is just for show, she came by the house last night wanting fifty bucks for using her name.
Yes, rebellion at his best. But she still payed attention to the rules. She wore the gear! Was that sign posted in front of the White House? Sounds like a protest. She’s waiting for her buddies, making sure she looks good for the cameras. A couple of practice jumps before hand,(skateboard resting, maybe wheels slowing to a halt/) never hurt anybody. Professor, when I can get ALL of that out of so few words…You are indeed the professor!
Wow, nice reading between the lines girlfriend. I think of her now as more punk rockish (word???). Hook in the nose, something through the tongue, that sort of thing, but she keeps me fresh and young. I can appreicate that.
Meery, meery, Kyle. Wishing you spend the holidaze writing.
Ah yes the all dressed up and no place to go thematic…works every frigoluting time when a master is in the house or in the outhouse…whatever…loved it.
Yes, it seems my time in the outhouse has tipped the scales but the good thing is I am losing weight. Never going to catch me on a skateboard, however, those days are gone-gone-gone.
The best of the season to you Diane.
Jacob and I are wishing you well. He ain’t going nowhere.