She'd been on the plane for so long - too long in fact. Her shoes were abandoned on the ground and her overcoat was rolled up in the seat next to her to be used as a pillow. She leaned forward, eyes roving over the landscape, searching for the familiar sight, the one thing she needed to see. She didn't realize she'd been holding her breath all this time.
There was a painting that had a mirror. The weird thing was the mirror seemed more real than the painting. It winked your reflection as you walked by, making you stop and wonder where the figure behind you had gone.
I didn't think he would break first, but there he was, shoulders shaking against the wall as he silently sobbed. I took a deep breath, straightening my back. It seemed that I would need to get out of this ordeal with my own strength and will.
The queen noticed her handmaidens waving at the knights, throwing their handkerchiefs in tokens of love, and the shadow of a smile lit her face. Today was one of celebration.
♫ La-la-la Bonne vie ♪
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well Potpourri: a miscellaneous collection Physically in New York, Mentally in Paris
Simple Everyday Glamour
"She wrote the year on this?" "She was very clear about the date. I believe the hour is located below that." "Why would she ever do such a thing?" I shrugged. "Mi'lady said it was to be delivered at a different date." She turn the scroll in her hand, seeing the address it be sent to. Underneath the wax seal were inscribed five words: "Deliver in three centuries hence."