Sunday For Two

The Sunday pace on Friday that breaks space between the mid-weekend day drags on the midday the afternoon. Boy and the Girl with their cameras at the ready to sift, shift and persist their co-being. I want a picture. I want a picture of you. A tug of friendly war between the two.

The two of them had the secret language of telepathy and mutual understanding. Every word unsaid carried a baggage for the other to unfold. A man rushed to get the last pastry piece. Tripping along the way over wooden, metal and meat legs. His face in a serious danger…

The couple waited to sip their coffee and bite their chocolate morning delight. “All these mothers look the same.” How, he asked, does entropy merge the few commonalities into one refined and nourished look?