“Captive Blue-Eyes…Alas we meet.”
- she laughs
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smoldering cigarette smoke
climbs from cafe` counter to the ceiling
an ashtray tongue licks and breathes dust
curling and twisting outward & upward
like a good story.
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“Whats your story? “..
- she winks
eyelashes curling and twisting
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“Everyone has a story”
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“I’ve had a thousands stories”
—I snarl
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“they all end with my death”
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“Time to write a new story”
– she nods
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Over her shoulder
The door blows open…
And in this conversation, left to the imagination, there is a great story.
Thanks Bobbie. what is behind that door is for the reader to write with their imagination.
Have fun imagining