Emotions flow like rivers
Epic thoughts blow in and out in gusts
List after list of questions or needs appear
Should I? Shouldn’t I?
Feelings dump themselves upon me
Trying to hammer home what they need
What I need
It’s late and I can’t think straight
Dreams too come into the frame
Give me a sense of what it could be like
I must protect myself
Like I would you, if only you knew.
The band played loudly as the secret agent made his way to the back of the smoke-filled bar. His way was blocked by a thuggish-looking doorman.
“Why should I let you through?” He asked, menacingly.
The spy laughed in contempt, holding open the bag he was carrying to reveal the contents to the doorman. Not one word did he utter.
“Good answer.” The doorman pushed open the heavy door to let the man in the over-sized overcoat walk through.
The bare walls and stone floor of this room caused the spy to reflect on his career. I remember the days I’d go on proper missions, he thought as he heard giggling coming from yet another room off this one. He picked up a small square card from a rickety table in the corner, and did as the instructions told him.
He left he pizza on the table, and took the small wad of cash that had been left beside the card. He kept the change. Still, the pay’s good in this malarkey.
He lifted his collar, pulled open the heavy door once again, walked straight passed the thuggish doorman, across the bar and out through the exit into the night.
A slightly different attempt at the Wordle this week, as I’ve used the words in a short (200 word) tale, rather than one of my random rhymes.
Well. You can’t have Herman without Lily now, can you?
Can you believe it’s been two weeks since we were last at that Comic Book Convention? They’re still turning up, those dodgy folk in their even dodgier costumes. I mean, look above. That isn’t the Penguin from the 1960’s Batman TV show. It isn’t him now, and it wouldn’t be him if I had more than the allocated hour to spend on him. In fact, that’s how I’d turn up at a Comic Book Convention if I were dressed as the Penguin. All wrong.
But never mind.
It is at it is. It’s another practice at painting a face, this time one without a mask, although there is still a monocle. Not that a clear glass disc offers much in the form of a face covering.
This is today’s watercolour for #WorldWatercolorMonth. Tomorrow I think I’ll paint some dots.
I had to do it.
Another of my c’est magnifique portraits that look nothing like the person they are meant to. This one joins the ranks with Lynda Carter who was last year’s victim celebrity chosen to be my subject for #WorldWatercolorMonth.
I shall ask the question now, and then leave you guessing until I reveal who it is in a few day’s time. As with Lynda last year, I may paint a few clues along the way, if guesses are particularly miles off. I say guesses, stabs in the dark may be closer. You first have to first decide whether it is male or female, and take it from there.
Without further ado. Drumroll please, for dramatic effect…
As with previous posts such as this, please feel free to throw your wild guesses into the mix… well, into the comments below. I will not be offended by whoever you say, it is all in fun, and I haven’t got two ha’pennies to rub together for a prize; so it’s just as well.
And no offence is intended to the celebrity (whoever he or she may be!) should you happen by this post. I’m terrible at portraits, and have only recently (last year) started back using watercolour, so need all the practice I can get. You were fun to paint, however. If that helps.
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