Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will... 
 And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!   
 Plot out a short story.
 Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem. 
 (you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).


"We are just sunshine, fading in the grass, " she said as she turned and walked towards the door.
He didn't know what to say. Since meeting Tillie last summer, Dave had known it wouldn't last.
He just didn't expect it to end like this.... with her... smiling and singing softly as she packed her suitcase. It was one of those worn, round cases that used to house a hairdryer. His mom had had one like it. But Tillie's was orange... like the happiness he felt every time he saw her. It had stickers on it, gathered from all the places she had been to.... The Grand Canyon, Hollywood...
even the Garden of the Gods sticker gave him a menacing look as she zipped it closed.
It was good. He knew she was meant for better things.
Warm beaches, fish tacos... the surf... and so she was heading out to Half Moon Bay in California.
Her grandmother lived there, writing bad dime novels and selling antiques.
And soon... Tillie would be there too. She wanted to open a little cafe with used books and imported tea.
He sighed. It was time. It was ok.
He would go back to work... and possibly settle down with the teacher at the Elementary school.
 It would be fine.... but it wouldn't be Tillie.
"Swim in the moonlight and think of me.... " he said.... but she was already gone.