In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Full Moon.”
A darkened version of myself: free from constraint, free from ego and with an insatiable appetite for bread.
I’d wear a hat, one with a big brim to block out the sun. I’d masquerade as a kind and modest beggar observing passers-by for the secret life I am conjuring up for each and every one of them. Lives that would involve the mass consumption of bread.
Yes, I will build a bread-er world.
Feel the love, people, feel the love
