Monday, January 22, 2018
TALES FROM THE SCRIPT
We’re asked to consider handwriting
for this haibun Monday. It dredged
up a long forgotten memory. I could not
resist a little play on words for my title!
Submitted to dVerse
January 22, 2018
When I was fairly new to widowhood, I fell
in lust with a glib and handsome prince, whose
devious charm blinded me to what was obvious to all
and sundry. Early in our relationship we attended
a party where we were entertained by a lady
who interpreted handwriting. Much to my surprise,
the lady said the below-the-line flourishes in
my handwriting indicated I was capable of violence,
perhaps murder, were I to be a victim of duplicity.
My prince was very quiet on our way home and, strangely
he did not call me after that night. When my head cleared,
I considered perhaps a thank you note to the handwriting
specialist might be in order!
Warm breezes kiss the snow
Fog enshrouds my winter world
Is it Brigadoon?