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One the Bus
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One the Bus |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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On the bus On my way to Middleton The trees pass by on fast forward And mothers with crying babies beg for sleep Sitting quietly I meet this man Much like most Painted hair stuck to his head like glue With an odor so horrendous it pierced my nostrils And he smiled at me with an agenda at his hip I look away wondering why his smile So wry, and plain frightens me As if I was chased down and killed For the very first time the music in the back of my mind Plays on. Tapping my shoulder I know it is him he says his name is Peter Peter? Watchfully I smile and I say my name is Sue, however my I.D says Naomi, But I know this man Hates Naomi’s and Probably snacks on their bones while watching Wheel of Fortune Later I will move to another seat. [This message has been edited by Dominique-Simone (01-07-2006 11:47 PM).] |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Strong images here. "As if I was chased down and killed For the very first time" Great line. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Lots of intrigue here, and I like that... a flashcard image of a moment in time, and then a promised "later" as if you can't wait to see how it turns out yourself... nicely done |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
thank you both |
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