flash by flawnt

Today someone flashed me at the park. It made all flowers seem irrelevant. It was a woman - she was neither pretty nor ugly just naked: she turned up in front of me and stood there unsmiling, her arms, hands and fingers spread, her legs wide apart,  like a frill-necked lizard ghost. She was not shaved, and I could see her bush which was sunlight yellow. It was like a truly free gift for father’s day. Before she folded herself up and disappeared in the underbrush, she threw a paper glider at me. I caught and opened it. I read: “Did you ever wonder why this park is so well kept though you never see a gardener? The reason is that it’s tended to by dwarves. They’re all around you and they disappear when they see a human. But they still deserve our respect and admiration for their outstanding work. If you agree, bow now.” I did.

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photo: edoardo pasero