A third part of Miranda’s story,
Our first walk
past the rainbow mosaics on the path
developed the beginning of
our short hand.
His short sentences about working as
had me intrigued.
I had heard of this ancient art
but never before met a practitioner.
We could barely breathe words into the world
of our first meeting.
I didn’t know where his sentences
would end and he kept leaving me
wanting to know more
I would later discover he had a tendency to leave
them hanging …
When I asked him his name
he countered me with a question.
What do you think it is?
Miranda discovers her true love is a falconer, but she still has to guess his name.
(c) June Perkins
What do you think Miranda’s true loves name should be?