Your day
Rebecca walked through the door to the amazing smell of food. “Hey baby.”
“Hi, sweetheart.”
“What’s cookin’?” She asked playfully.
“Spaghetti. How was your day?”
“Wild. You?
“I bumped into Evelyn at the grocery. Not literally of course.”
“I thought she had all her food delivered. There is always someone over there.”
He shrugged, “don’t know. Something isn’t right somehow. She broke down in the middle of the produce sobbing. I just sat in the floor with her. Felt like she needed a hug.”
Rebecca froze in place. A fork in one hand and a plate in the other. “ You didn’t.” She hissed.
“No. It wasn’t my place.”
She continued setting the table, “damn straight it ain’t.”
“Widow Blake showed up.”
“Attention seeking. That’s all that is.”
Simon had so much he wanted to say but he let it go.
Poetry & More 
shake a leg
becka move ya ass
so it too can come to pass
hallo beatle
and you re sooo very welcome of course!
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