#WritePhoto, Lamppost: image by KL Caley. Prompt from: lifeafter50forwomen.Wordpress.com
The lamppost caught her eyes’ attention and she marveled at how beautiful it was, how she missed it mornings before.
She liked her morning walks along this scenic route. Her mind weaving, her almond colored eyes spotted a shimmer of green. As she reached out to touch she gasped as his hands suddenly touched hers.
Like the lamppost, where did he come from? “What is your name?”Surprised at her calmness to say, Troy.
He shook his head no, you are no warrior. I will call you, Thalia. He kneeled as he said, “I am Morpheus.”