Why Can’t I for Once …


I see faces in everything.

In the grains of a wooden table

In the markings on stone wall

In tiles on my bathroom floor

I even see a face in the shadows of a crumpled towel strewn on the floor.

I take a picture of cabinet doors and see a face.

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Okay, I forced these:

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But here’s the real question.

Why can’t I, for once, see a kangaroo smoking a cigar

or a flower growing out of a lima bean

or a mouse eating a shrimp?

I guess I’m not that creative.

(But, at least I don’t see dead people!)


🙂 🙂 🙂

Published by

Carolyn Dennis-Willingham

Carolyn is the author of two published books – No Hill for a Stepper, 2001, and The Last Bordello, 2016. Her third novel, The Moonshine Thicket, is set in 1928 and is currently enduring a professional edit. When not on her laptop, she serves as a lap top for her grandchildren. She is a retired Early Childhood Specialist, a fitness boxer, artist, and a ball thrower for her ever-persistent mini Aussie. In addition to her blogging website, carolyndenniswillingham.com, you may find her on Facebook and Twitter.

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