The large, brilliant, yellow-orange plate was flawlessly round and contained artsy, grayish textures splattered across its surface.

Where should it go?

He searched the house, cradling the plate carefully in his large, yet gentle hands. Finally, he smiled as he hung the bright dish low on the black wall of the unheated night-room.


Full Moon on the Horizon.




2 thoughts on “F.M.H.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s