. . . last step to platform at La Chapelle, greets the inner-eye with another burning wave; cries a bead of pine-green shower-gel, meandering the softer groves under a collarless shirt; like broken hand-luggage wheels; drags irate a menthol cigarette; justifies a man to weep; It’s hot for February; three buttons popped to track the transit, and wishing only I could evaporate too . . .
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Based on the prompt “Teardrops” from Miguel at The Fiction Dealer.
Tears of sweat do keep cool tempers tamped and three buttons breach leaves a Mountain Dew breathless. Cries of joy. Tears of rain. Sing a song. Trains on time. Track nine. Chattanooga choo-choo.
Enjoying the mix of french and English...and the visuals.