Fata Morgana
#fotowoorden #140w #schrijfuitdaging
Heat. I puff and sweat, would almost yearn for early July, when I was shaved regularly. How horrible did I find that? Everything for her, that obsession ran out of the scups. I had to run. Now I realize I wasn't even as bad as a bald hangover. A roof over my head and enough to bite every day.
Let's see how it is now. Safe, of course, if I were a monkey right now, I would be forced to leave my beard. But I don't look like a monkey in the furthest distance.
What do I see there? Water. Spirits. Storm. Cooling! I see birds, fish, all delicacies mixed up! I can't believe it. Such an opportunity.
Quickly. Closer to behold this miracle. Sneak in through the skylight. And then, of course, to attack!
