Classic slip and fall.
He caught me, strong arms on ice,
Never wavered once.
.
“Where are you headed?”
Said he’d keep me safe, gave me
Shit for falling fast.
.
Laughter sparked his eyes,
“Not from around here, are you?”
Warm blush burnt my cheeks.
.
He offered his arm,
I thought only the South knew
Gentlemen these days.
.
I spelled his name wrong,
Little keyboard on my phone
That likes to spite me.
.
Back and forth, should I?
It’s been four days, I don’t want
To seem desperate.
.
Screw it. I don’t care.
I text the Milwaukee man.
Three dots come and go.
.
I chuck my dumb phone
Across the room. It slams hard.
Gasp and rush to check.
.
My cracked screen shows green.
An ugly android message.
Don’t be stuck up, bitch.
.
“See you at seven,
Will you fall for me again?”
My face burns blood red.
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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