The Face Off



I’m a polite girl. I would never say the things to anyone, that others say to me. I’ve come to think mouths should come with a permit.

If you had two heads, the most I’d say is hello, twice, never commenting nor spewing advice you never asked for.

That said.

I’m in the check-out line at the all night deli buying milk. It’s late, a last minute errand before bed, so no, I didn’t powder my nose, that now is so out of joint I look like a boxer.

A woman I had not seen in quite a while runs in while her driver, viewed from the window, double parks.

She pounces like a puma.

“I’m in such a hurry, could you save my place in line?”

What place. She never got in line.

I watch her grab cookies, yogurt, a bar of overpriced dark chocolate like it was the…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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