Carol gazed at the tiny encapsulated world of a lone tear on the scratched table, peered into a tiny face smeared with make-up, made clown-like and grotesque by the play of light on the curves.
Odd twists of coloured skeins dragged in from the curtains. The robust primaries of high street lettering on the shop fronts opposite, seemed to beat in thrumming patterns. A patch of grilled sky, bent at an odd angle like a window in a fairy tale prison, leaned towards the edge.
She wanted to look in through that window to another world.
She wanted to look out into her current world with a similar curiosity.
This post was inspired by the photo for Monday Mural on 14th December at poefusion.blogspot.com
Thanks for another inspiring shot, Michelle.