By Kazz
For the next hour I am just me.
I sip coffee and watch the people.
A young man hooks my gaze. He is writing. You don’t often see that these days.
He is young but … attractive. I wonder if he would glance at me and see past the shell of motherhood. We would talk of art and of writing and of how it could never work. Then have a delicious affair.
He looks up. I quickly look away and think of groceries.
As I leave I catch the eyes of an elderly man. He averts his gaze. He looks uncomfortable.
🙂 Sweet. Groceries on my mind now.
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I like it! “Be careful what you wish for!”
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A Great snapshot of life
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If we could ever have the shoes necessary fur all those other feet
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I enjoyed this story quite a lot; I’ve lived this exact scene. More than once. I am simultaneously happy and sad about that.
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Very nice slices of life arranged poetically.
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Delicious thoughts, indeed… Perhaps best to stick to groceries.
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Really Nice one 🙂
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Outstanding. An excellent piece.
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Reblogged this on the one that writes and commented:
Really enjoyed sharing this, and the challenge of a 100 word limit 🙂
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You have made the character into a mystery, a psychological portrait. Anand Bose from Kerala.
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Ha – how embarrassing… for us all!
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Wonderful! So simple yet stunning 🙂
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Reblogged this on and commented:
Happy Sunday. Here’s another drabble we love from the archives.
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Great circular ending!
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