photograph: Ethol Bagam
Her daily stroll. Plainly suited in woolen or linen. Seasoned and sensible. Only flashes of colour – her collection of umbrellas in shades from fuchsia to lavender and her wickedly gold-flecked green eyes.
Her route between two chain-link fences separating neighbour from reality. Backyard brushes with nature; halogen road lights multiple fullest moons.
“All pretense and subterfuge,” she thought. Dismissing with a shake of her head, “Creating false sense of security and serenity.”
“When I was young,” she mused, “and on the stroll, I was the unreal. The fake. I postured and strutted. Now, when I stroll, I am real – the world is pretense.”
She smiled, twirling her umbrella and clicking along her heels. “Hey, babe, take a walk on the wild side.” she hummed.*
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (fffaw) #45 (December 22, 2015)
From Lou Reed, Take a Walk on the Wild Side.