Sometimes I get visuals that appear just before drifting off to sleep...and this just happened to be one that I remembered and then I wanted to make a hundred word story out of it:
She cried enough to feel the tears pool around her eyes. They sealed her eyes shut- ice-cold rocks that would not let her feel the pain...for a while.
When the sun screamed her awake, the tears melted into a pool of diamonds.
She rented the pool to her neighbor Blossom, the pigeon. Well, Blossom was more of a squatter by the sill really.
|A Bhil Painting - No Relatives of Blossom|
Blossom: I can’t pay a penny for such luxuries my dear.
She: That’s okay, I only cried all night for it, no biggie.
Blossom: Calm down sweetie, it’s only just a glittery pool. You could do better.