Four Fridays
Four of the Fridays that
I waited for a call,
presaged the times
my emotions took a fall.
Wait, wait some more but
unwilling to dial,
That person in my life
Wait, with a stomach feeling hollow,
Wait some more, unable to swallow.
From side to side
I rocked and swayed down a hall,
Promised myself this time I exit
not walk into a wall.
Mike Duree
Posted by chris4394 on August 11, 2019
https://writeontheedgeyuma.com/2019/08/11/august-6-2019-wall-tall-call-nail-dial-hollow/
There was no more room for coffee cups, too many were crammed into an already full cupboard. Jessie sighed and set her newest acquisition on the counter, promising herself that she’d sort through and find room for it later.
The doorbell rang just as her coffeepot dripped out the last drops into the 12 cup carafe.
Jessie opened her front door to the county sheriff.
“Hey Denton, come on in. What can I do for you today?”
“Mornin’ MS. Jessie.”The smell of coffee caught Denton’s attention, he looked in the direction of the kitchen.
“Coffee, Denton?” Jessie asked.
“Sure, thanks.
Denton ambled in behind Jessie and waited while she poured two cups. The cup she handed the sheriff was large and black and had a slogan from the Red Pony Saloon.
Denton’s cell rang as he took his first sip. His reaction to the caller was immediate.
“Jessie, I gotta go.”
Denton took off out the door—coffee cup in hand.
Karen Hydock
Posted by chris4394 on August 10, 2019
https://writeontheedgeyuma.com/2019/08/10/july-30-2019-prompt-broken-glass/
Street Corner
I was standing on the street corner watching the cars go by. A gust of wind swooshed my skirt into the air. Holding it down, I saw a $20.00 bill land at my feet. I picked up the money and walked away. Wow, being paid makes me finally, a professional street walker.
Ellynore Seybold
Posted by chris4394 on August 9, 2019
https://writeontheedgeyuma.com/2019/08/09/july-23-2019-prompt-street-corner/
Write On the Edge 