All Dressed Up – and Everyone’s Gone
I stared at the picture, waiting for it to say something to me, so that I could say something about it.
I thought and thought – but nothing! Gahh, writer’s block.
It should be easy. Pretty little plaza, decorated for a celebration of some sort….but wait, where are all the gaily-dressed people? Oh dear, I’ve seen all these movies, the UFO just landed, the rebels launched poison-gas shells, the drug cartel took hostages.
No, no, it’s just siesta time. Soon, as it cools, Mariachis will play, children will cavort, senoritas will swirl and tequila will flow. Ay caramba, all’s well, ole!