A third part of Miranda’s story,
Rainbow on my Path – June Perkins
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?
2 thoughts on “Our First Walk”
I think his name is Nomad..
Ah that could work, we will see.