Frozen.
I’d never found courage enough to do it before.
I sat with my back against the window for the first time. The subtle sound of stepping feet came first. Then the silhouette in my peripheral. Then followed the slow tingling whisper of breath on the back of my neck.
As the sensation shot through the hairs on my skin, into each vertebrae of my spine and through the very bones holding me there, I turned to ice.
It took a while to find the inspiration for something this week. I hope you enjoy.
To do what? What? Tell me!
Here is my painful attempt > Sciatica. Warning: Contains images of a bum.
https://thisismyironlung.wordpress.com/2015/11/19/sciatica/
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Did you wimp out and take the bum down? The link isn’t working and I cannot find it on your blog…
Yeah. It was shit. Not deserving of your fine Lion. “Wimp out” is a harsh assessment though. More self-refining myoutput/yourinput.
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Ah sorry, I thought the removal was all about the bum, not the words. That’s a shame, I’m sure they weren’t as bad as you thought.
I’ve moved home btw – think you may need to re-FOLLOW. pullmeoutoftheaircrash.wordpress.com
(If you want, of course …)
This is a shame – the bum was quite saucy. Was it yours Andy?