The Red Herring
The courtroom was standing room only. Reporters from every major newslink crowded in the rear with satcams poised and aimed, the air buzzing with pent up electricity. A solemn hush falling when she arrived, the room turned quiet as a sanctuary of prayer. We all held our breath in the stillness of the precious moments of her passing, the burnished wooden benches elevated to pews by her mere presence.
Comments (6)
This was so beautiful. Loved it@
Ooh, gorgeous!
Love the painting. The tone, imagery, and feel of the haiku are fantastic. The rich language conveys so much in so few words. Really well done.
Stunning, blue ribbon brilliance! Go gurl! 🫶🏾💕
Even the flickering fire feels cold. Well done!
Nice job on this one 🩶🩶🩶