Photo Story: We’re Not Speaking

When I attempted to sneak back home near dawn, she was there on the porch in her orange wig, red nose, and white pancake makeup. She pointed at an invisible watch on her wrist and then drew the finger across her throat. I got the pantomime.

“But—!” I start but am shushed with the same silent finger. She flaps down the steps in her oversized shoes.

“But—!” I start again, but she smiles and points to the doghouse.

What I wouldn’t give for a shot of seltzer or pie in the face. It’s the mime treatment I hate.

Francis J. Trautman is a writer, researcher and scientist based in ATL, USA. Shout at him on Twitter @Graveyard_Frank or wherever fine liquors are sold.

Photographer: Thomas Hawk

5 Responses to “Photo Story: We’re Not Speaking”

  1. Kerri says:

    Okay, that was fun and clever. 🙂

  2. I very much enjoyed this story. In fact, I liked it so much that I linked it to my WEEKEND READS page – Hopefully, this will draw additional readers to you. – Cheers! Shawn D. Brink, Author

  3. Anthony Smith says:

    That was a bit creepy

  4. MJ says:

    So much fun!

  5. Anu says:

    Sorry is good

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