as he walks out,
coffee in hand,
he throws one last
glance over his shoulder.
"219."
he calls out.
her face turns red
and a grin graces her face.
she shoves the change
into her apron pocket
and tucks his invitation
into a pocket in her mind.
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
