Shopping
Freezing rain ticked against the window.
The young woman buried her face in the folds of her husband’s jacket.
The dark-suited salesman was silent.
The husband leaned forward, pointed: This one here.
The woman looked up: Too big?
It’s our smallest casket, ma’am.
Outside the trees bent under ice.
Sitting in Darkness 
April 1st, 2011 at 4:02 pm
i love one this Bob… bijou scared the _ _ _ _ out of me! seriously… i don’t do scary… i am up all night shakin’ in my jammies with my mind racing!!!! good for you Bob! i amd coming back often.
April 1st, 2011 at 4:03 pm
i meant i love this one Bob! proof reading is not my thing. 😉
April 1st, 2011 at 4:52 pm
Thanks Hilary! Come back every day for a new story. I can’t guarantee that you won’t meet Bijou again, or one of his friends….
April 1st, 2011 at 5:22 pm
I am sitting in my living room with freezing rain hitting the windows feelin’ for this mama.
see you tomorrow
April 1st, 2011 at 10:50 pm
And you think Leonard Cohen is dark? Holy makerel…Good stuff, Bob…Keep ’em coming…
July 31st, 2011 at 12:58 pm
A poetic reflection of the human condition. I especially like the use of the word “ticked” and the complimentary ice imagery.