HARD TIMES

true sstory

 Despite the scarecrow hair, artist’s

palette of makeup, and mini skirt,

it was the jacket that caught my eye…

some kind of mystery cloth, black with

iridescent blotches of gold and blue or

red that came and went as she turned in

the light. I watched her talk to Pat, hand

him the money for the beer she sipped.

When she came my way, I took her arm,

“What is this cool material?”

“Oh, I needed a little color in my life

because, right now, I’m going through

an angry hell.”

Her voice let me know she needed an ear,

and I almost fell into those pretty green eyes,

said, “I’m so sorry…”

dropped her elbow,

turned, and walked alone

back to my table.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Yeah Vol, sometimes it's more than just a feeling, when you see that the answer would be more a nigh shift that would run into some fair overtime, than a brief smile with sparkling eyes that you hoped would lead to a brief, fumbling grope of that material that caught your eye, before realisation dawned on you that that answer wouldn't have had the happiest of endings you had intended....
Or am I just projecting my own scenario onto yours, where regret is often followed by wishing you hadn't spoke to the ones you did, and wishing you had spoken to the ones you didn't?
My those "ones you didn't just keep lingering in your mind, even more so than a fart in a spacesuit! 😊

[Vol]

Hahaha,Lorry,
When she walked into Stogies Cigar Bar, she was immediately interesting, her demeanor, carriage, looks and sadness turned heads... the room quietened, as she sashayed between tables. I am always looking fro the muse to go active, so...
Vol

[Lorry]

Yeah. I reckon the muse has ditched me and taken up with a younger, more intelligent model. Good luck to her though, because I've got her sisters number! Oh yeah! 😊

[Vol]

Lorry, That's why I don't like to drink at home... You never know who's going to walk into your bar and be outrageous... Give your Erato a fat kiss on the lips!
Vol

[Lorry]

Well, considering I live in a forest, it would either be my neighbour, if she loses all of her senses, or a sasquatch! 😊
Which is probably why I no longer drink, other than a bit of brandy in the odd coffee.

[Vol]

That's me... A little something to sip before bed, but the bit about a crowded pup with all kinds of pretty women, and rough men, or old hags and pretty boys... the things they say the way they behave... I just sit and take notes...

[AMMD]

Appreciate the flow and honesty of the scene. Imbibes modern Dickens in poetic form.

[Vol]

AMMD,
Thank you for reading and taking the time...
Vol

[AMMD]

You're welcome, Vol. Enjoyed your write.