Billows of smoke rose lazily from a scarlet pout. The cigarette slipped to the right of the lips as they unfolded into a broad smile. The smoke vanished into the air, and two blue orbs appeared. The intruder stepped forward, a blonde in boots, with a purple dress and matching beret.
Man, I haven't posted to this blog in almost a year. That's a long time, even for me. This has been the busiest year of my life so far, but I have been writing. But not poems. I'm still working on that novel - the characters have come to life; the plot, which will still be evolving a lot in my mind, is clearer than it ever was. I even still have the motivation. I might even post an extract online sometime. We'll see.
