My friend the waitress talked to me As we were waiting for the aging credit card machine To give its verdict As to the availability of my funds (She’s very young, and nice – She smiles at me and talks to me as though I was someone near her age. She’s also very talented, an … Continue reading "Why Do We Dream of Dragons?"
(From an experience a friend of mine had many years ago. - Owen)
the restaurant slow, my food to go, and she, behind the counter so tall, so young, so sad, it seemed. i asked her how she’d been. she smiled as she spoke, but then – trailed off. i asked her, do you need to talk? and she said yes. and so we walked around the way. … Continue reading "Why Do We Dream of Dragons? (2)"
She knocked on my apartment door...
It happened in an instant.