In Lucia’s Yard
by Sparks In Shadow
Orange damask all around, lit from underneath, it showed a richness of light and shadow not given by daylight. One of the evening’s striking decorations hanging in Lucia’s yard close to warm flickering lamps, the wide parasol beckoned me closer if I cared to look pretty. I did. Lowell was attending.
Near so extravagant a thing, thin ecru lace undulating around my shoulders in summer’s breeze, I held a mojito pretending to sip. Tipsy during our previous meeting, perhaps leaving ill impressions, I held fast to my new chance (intellect and wit intact) as Lowell approached from Lucia’s porch, smiling.
Inspired by the lovely photo used once before on Sparks In Shadow.