two men
in the alaskan sea-tac lounge
leaning over free sausages and cocktails
and reminiscing.
8am. one asked
“where are you from?”
“oregon”
“whereabouts?”
and out loud i watched their faces tighten and change and then they’re closing their laptops and folding their legs
and it’s seeming like progress
they ask about kids
and then there’s a breath
and it’s sports talk again.
About the Creator
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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