Felicity and the Bright Red Pumps

Felicity stood nude in front of the full-length mirror.

She didn’t look forty.

Her hair?

Still thick and black.

Felicity inspected her breasts: firm and free of puckers.

She stepped back from the mirror for a last quick take.

Her skin fit perfectly.

Roger watched from the bed.

Mornings were difficult for him, more so recently, with
the burning in his gut that never goes away.

He grimaced and took another swig of his coffee.

“What?” Felicity asked.

“What, what?” replied Roger.

“You made a face.”

“Did I?”

“Don’t be coy darling. Is it me?”

“It’s never you.” Roger said. “It’s me. My stomach hurts.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better–tell me the
truth: you think I’m a hag!”

Roger gestured toward a chair by the bed.

“Have a seat Imelda.”

Felicity sat and smiled, “Bring me my choose.”

Roger hopped up and scurried over to the walk in closet.

Felicity watched him cross the room.

“I like that little droop in your ass.”

“I should have known not to let you see me naked. How
many pairs do want, Imelda?”

“Bring me my dance shoes!” Felicity laughed. “I was giving you
a compliment; you’re a sexy older man.”

“And you are well-preserved; are these the heels you want?”

Roger held up a pair of bright red Christian Louboutin
cha-cha heels.

“Perfect Ferdinand; you may kees my toes.”

“Will you promise to give me a break on the age thing?

“Oh, but Roger, Roger, Roger; I’m having a mid-life crisis: there
are books to buy and surgeons to consult!”

Roger crossed the room, knelt by her feet and said
in a mocking whine: “When I feel old I feel guilty!”

Felicity slipped her feet into her pumps and stood: “That’s
the spirit, darling. You write the book; I’ll buy the shoes.”

 

<c> Robert Goldstein 1990 -2017 All Rights Reserved

for Christy Birmingham with a change of perspective.

Saturday in The Park

Last week I posted photos of a chill afternoon at San Francisco’s Alamo Square Park.

This week Alamo Square Park played host to a different sort of event:

“Counter-protesters converged on San Francisco’s Alamo Square Saturday afternoon even after local officials had called off a planned and permit-granted protest by right-wing group Patriot Prayer the day before.”

Newsweek

I love San Francisco.

We like to start our anti-fascist marches with a group hug:

The Speaker: “I want you to go right up to that person and give that person a big ass hug!”

I couldn’t get into Alamo Square Park; it was packed and marchers were still gathering.

A young woman on the curb with a sign in her lap:

A photograph taken at today's Anti-Fascist rally at Alamo Square Park.
Shame on Nazis

The next time a Trump drone says ‘antifa thug’ send out this picture:

A photograph taken at today's Anti-Fascist rally at Alamo Square Park.
Alt-Right=Neo-Nazis

Unite against racism:

A photograph taken at today's Anti-Fascist rally at Alamo Square Park.
Unite to Fight Racism

Demonstrate empathy:

A photograph taken at today's Anti-Fascist rally at Alamo Square Park.
An Injury to one is an Injury to All

Black Lives Matter!

A photograph taken at today's Anti-Fascist rally at Alamo Square Park.
Black Lives Matter

A flyer in one of the corner stores around Alamo Square Park in San Francisco.

A photograph taken of a flyer in one of the Corner Stores around Alamo Square Park in San Francisco
A flyer in one of the corner stores around Alamo Square Park in San Francisco.

No citizen is free until all citizens are free:

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017

 

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