Holidays make memories but I’ll never forget. That turtle I saw on the road so flat, there was nothing squeezed out but just pressed very neatly within its cracked and open shell. Its head split down the middle, no eyes yet perfect in shape, its legs evenly split splayed pointing in a canted north, south, east and west direction and its tail the compass needle on the outer rim as if Picasso’d happened by. Small in size it achieved grandeur by a single act of gods passing by haphazard senseless of surroundings or a treadless tire of incredible weight.
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#166
“The prompt for you to consider… is:
…holidays make memories but…”