1. "Look at his eyelashes," says my mother again. "They're like Grandpa Barclay's -- his used to curl over his eyelids like anything."
2. A lost toy rabbit -- loved into greyness -- waits patiently and faithfully on a wall in the street leading up to the park.
3. A man walking round the Grove's perimeter seems to be chased by a few dead leaves. It's the ears and tail of a dachshund -- the rest of her was hidden by a rise in the ground.
3 comments:
No 2 is incredibly sad.
Eye lashes! Aren't they beautiful on babies?
lovely. All three. You bring a sense of peace to my day.
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