Small Stone #6 January 2013

Jo Bryant, ,

Slumberous I feel the hairs on my legs rise though the night’s heat has me sweating. My hand on my stomach morphs in to your hand. Turning I see the blood-red hour illuminated beside me, and I remember the wounds you left bleeding with a suitcase and a ticket elsewhere as your weapons.

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Published by Jo Bryant

I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes. I am a freelance photographer. I love to make images that make people happy. To capture forever a precious moment. I am also a freelance writer/editor. I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage. I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008. I am writing my first novel. I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web. And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.

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    1. Awwwwwww…thank you. I woke in the night – turned and saw the clock and had to jump and grab a pen…it just wrote itself. Chevvy was a little peeved I think. After all it was 2.39 am when all normal people sleep. I am so thrilled you like this one…so thrilled.

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  4. All the best of our writing Jo is done within the Wee small hours of our thoughts… and this was no small stone! but a Rock! ….
    Sending you my thoughts in your sweltering night of heat…. While I shiver away in Wet and Windy Eng… LOL 🙂 Hugs to you xox

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    1. It is really hot today Sue…but I am locked away inside. Did something to my eyes yesterday. Spent most of the night at A&E. They are better but still not happy in the sunlight so even going in to the lounge means donning sunglasses. Should be all good by Wednesday…corneas heal quickly they say.

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