Picture courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Ionic columns speak to me this week. You never know when something you learned in fifth grade decides to come back to you and shape your work. I had to check to be sure I was right, and Mrs. Westling would be proud. I was.
Word count: 100
The Natural Order
Daphne thought they were a bit much. What good were classical columns in a place like Shadylane? Pretentious, that’s what.
She’d unearthed the real deal on that dig in Turkey; columns that predated Christ. Feeling the sun’s heat on her freckled shoulders, she breathed in the earth as she brushed the ancient stone, calling for him with mounting excitement.
Joint passions collided, archeology and Jason, leaving her breathless. Her world had a natural order where all needs were met, all hunger fulfilled, and anything was possible.
Today, she’d make do with these imposters, while daydreaming of time gone by.
© Erin Leary
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