Week 11 Theme

I could not have seen the position of that meadow, with its flourish of green grass; birds circling in the air like vultures; a lonely girl that sits astray on meadow floors; a fire-engine red mustang that waits the unruffled rain; street signs all around with the bearing okay; blue sky eliminates the clouds of gray; a smidgen piece of rubber holds the handle tight; reaching for the key to unlock the fright; opening the shrill of a door there is no life except that friendless gold fish squaring off with that portly image of itself in that dusty old aged mirror.