Again, these were taken from a moving car while #4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian, drove. So they’re wockerjawed, weirdly truncated, and marred by reflections and dirty windows.
These aren’t exactly ghost doors and windows, since they aren’t bricked up, but they aren’t in commission, either. Zombie doors and windows, maybe?
Some parts of Louisville are more colorful than others. I can imagine eating lunch here, but I’m not sure I would be up for it for breakfast.
How memory works: I remember stopping at this pharmacy for cotton wadding when #3 Daughter was a young’un. I was seething mad, because we had just been to the dentist and he had pulled a tooth from her with no warning. He wanted to spare her the dread anticipation, but I considered it a betrayal of her trust and was fucking furious. Her father agreed with the dentist, which made me even madder. But I like the building, and it has a corner door.
On the day Sara was driving and I was snapping pictures, we stopped at her favorite liquor store because of course we did. This was painted on the wall near where we parked.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A time you were VERY ANGRY on behalf of somebody else.