The Spaces Between Your Fingers

Click the image to flip

Created at an SBYF workshop in Pennsylvania.

Dad was sunning himself on the patio, listening to the radio + smoking his pipe, a beer on the table next to him.

He just finished mowing the lawn + his skinny torso, bare + glistening, was nut brown.  The Captain Black tobacco mingled in the air with the scent of petunias.  He took great pride in his lush pots of geraniums that flanked "Charlie's Place."

I came out to join him, beer in hand, and teased him about his skinny legs poking out of his shorts.

His reply: "Did you ever see a racehorse with fat legs?"

Did You Ever See a Racehorse with Fat Legs

Alert IconAre you sure you want to permanently delete this postcard? You cannot undo this action. Delete