Agnes, the goddess of children’s story telling.
Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee. Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy. Now he is thankfulContinue reading “Quick Fiction”
She said, your hearing me, but not listening. He said, oh.
He never does what the play book says to do. Just wings it, and hopes for the best out come.
Preaching to the choir for harmony.
The green look on his face says, he had something to eat, that certainly did not agree with him. Hello bathroom.
The jury’s back. Not looking good.
Moaning and groaning is his calling.
A nightmare on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
His breath wreaks of cheap booze.
His boat doesn’t sail on water.
Snake oil salesmen, awash in Washington.
He and she, will forever be.
Sitting in the shade, enjoying life.
Gazing at the white, puffy clouds.
Watching paint dry, could be exhilarating.
He’s never wrong. So it goes.
He is the master of deceit.
So it goes. So it goes.
Whenever proven wrong, he won’t apologize.
She impressed him with her sensuality.
Free floating like a soaring eagle.
Buried the ax, all is forgiven.
He never socializes with his co-workers.
Spending quality time with no one.
Without warning, her coffee maker died.
He’s eating donuts, while skipping rope.
He never liked being a conversationalist.
She’s on the balcony, star gazing.
She’s known as the naked poet.
Her smile shows her pearly whites.
Her eyes are gleaming with love.
He water skis on the snow.
Its all good, said the barber.
For breakfast, she eats cat food.
Relaxing remembering of times gone by. — aponderingmind.org