Patricia sat under the bridge, writing a love poem. While thinking of a rhyme for ‘orange’, she saw on the surface of the water the reflection of a hatted boy who crossed the bridge. She gazed at it until it faded. Then her bosses called her, and she sighed.
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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boy with a hat 
Hmmm…. Seems like I know the heroes of this story or I just have a great imagination 🙂
‘thinking of a rhyme for ‘orange” – love it!
A new story of Narcissus and Patricia?
No. This patrician does scuba diving and climbing too!
beautiful story! i wish i could write poems too.
I heard on a tv show “door hinge” as a rhyme, which led me to “whore cringe. . . ” As you can imagine I have not yet decided if this poem could ever be published. 🙂
Haha! Send it to me. I am an improper person, and therefore I will read it.
hahaha, Okay.
Love poems are the hardest poems to write.
Better settle the matter with kisses.
i think the word “strange” could be and interesting rhyme for orange..kinda an off-rhyme though. Cool that you inserted yourself in the story this time. 😉
From time to time I see no harm in appearing in my stories, so long as the heroine is interesting…