A Dinner Date Dilemma
“Darling, dinner’s at 8,” George called to his wife of twenty-two years, we don’t want to be late.”
“Almost ready,” she winked, sashaying by, “I couldn’t resist, was on sale, what you think?”
As he glanced at his watch, George thought to himself, ‘Don’t say it Rita….please don’t…there she goes!’
“Does it make me look fat?” Rita blurted, fluttering her lashes while striking a pose.
Any gentleman will tell you it’s a no win situation… a trap that few escape unscathed!
“I love the color Rita; how it brings out your eyes, it’s new you say? And your hair…like it swept off your beautiful face in that way. Always love that perfume how it wafts through the room…”
“Geooorrrge…!”
“Are those new shoes? I hope they’re comfortable. Can’t have them pinching your toes while we dance, come now, let’s go.”
Rita shifted her pose, tapped her foot on the floor, and side-eyed this lovely man she adored. “You didn’t answer my question…!”
George squirmed, ‘oh hell,’ he thought. “Well…”
“Shhhhhushh, Georgie stop. Don’t answer me that, of course I look fat, no dress can hide that!”
Rita rushed to his side, kissed his shiny bald head. “I love you,” she said.
“And I love you Rita, my beautiful girl,” George smiled, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.“
~kat
Day One NaPoWriMo 2022 - The idea is to write your own prose poem that, whatever title you choose to give it, is a story about the body. The poem should contain an encounter between two people, some spoken language, and at least one crisp visual image.
like mercury colliding... 