5.9.21
Action: Arranging flowers
Word: Pinwheel
Word Count: 98
Mother’s Day
Swooning with sensual delight, I arrange the honey-scented blooms in a crystal vase. The lavender, white, dusky pink lilacs are her favorite flowers.
While hands primp and fluff, thoughts revolve counterclockwise.
A family outing to an amusement park. She bought each of us a pinwheel as a souvenir. Fascinated by the spinner, I recall blowing on the colorful spokes, entertained by the clicky-clack sound of their gathering momentum.
The same sound those playing cards made when we embedded them in our bicycle tires and noisily raced each other down the neighborhood street.
Life’s wheels just keep on turning.
Jill Broscious 