The pillar of the community leaned against the door frame.
He flipped a coin in his hand as he watched the red clad woman walking away.
She had no idea of his psychosis.
He opened his hand and looked down. Thoughts of his special tool case kept in the hutch at the foot of the stairs reluctantly leave his mind as he sees the tails on the coin in his palm.
He glances one last time at her and moves on to other matters.
Cool! great one-eighty from the romantic poem of yours I just read. Creepy and just in time for Halloween!
"Thoughts of his special tool case" - yikes!
So, when I finished reading this and saw it was one of the poems written to use certain words, my mind was literally blown. My mouth dropped open. Dear goodness, you are SO good at this.
What I was planning to write before I saw it was a prompted poem:
This is awesomely unique. You really think of interesting stuff :DD also, you explained everything very well while, at the same time, not really explaining it at all--you made it very clear what was going on in very few words, using just the man's action. I REALLY like this.
had almost a Jack the Ripper underlying feeling to it, the end was not what I expected, but then again I was listening to Demension X on my way to work so that made my mind move.