For Sunday's Whirligig creative prompt
The park birthed by DAR was cared for, improved and honored by those whose relatives had fallen fighting for varied causes through the years. I imagined the white-gloved gardeners planting the berms with tastefully chosen plants that would show their pride for years. General Robert E Lee's statue was but a few feet from Martin Luther King's Memorial and these two did not stand alone. It was a diversified park.Open all night it was nice for walking or running whenever I could. Alone, safe in the suburbs until the headlights caught me. I knew I might not see tomorrow when I witnessed the Grapes hoisting their purple canvas flag in protest of the types of wines the general public was drinking. I didn't get a chance to see if they were Concord or Muscadine before the vine-like fist flattened me.
As I lay, injured, bleeding red I knew In the wine world, it is the color of the pulp, not the color of the skin that differentiates .
