How was I to know how combustible that the single spark from my fantasy of you would be to me?
(20 words)
Written for Bulbul’s Twenty Word Tuesday prompt, where this week’s word is “fantasy.” Also for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (spark). Image from bookmarks reviews.
This image reminds me of two drawings (only in graphite) that I did for a “fantasy” assignment in an art course I took at one of the universities I attended. I didn’t include any sea life, however. (Other than the woman.)
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Do you still have those drawings?
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I do
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You should take a picture and share them in a comment.
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I will consider that🙂 I think I should figure out how to get one of them (my favorite) framed. Yet, I have a watercolor portrait my dad did of himself — almost but not quite completed — which I see as a priority to have framed (with some creativity to compensate for the missing ears) and for which I want to find a place on a wall. He painted one of me, too, longer ago (that he had framed and I have up already).
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Short and to the point!
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Ahh! It all starts with a simple and innocent spark, but we never know until…
A lovely tale, Fandango, I really enjoyed reading it.
Thank you for participating. Cheers 🙂
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