Fifty

long day at the shop
the stench of his apron lingers,
black coffee, cigarettes.

he walks to the bed,
he stops,
he decides to wait, for her.

the lock cracks,
he looks down at the paper

she walks to the bed,
and she sleeps.

which one was she with tonight
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In response to The Daily Post’s fifty challenge, in which you write a story, poem, or scene within the confines of fifty words. Such a neat exercise! Shaving off words is a loss, but having to add them is worse. Creating so much with only a few words really makes the mind work for it; the heart bangs the brain for strategy.

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