Backseat

 

 

 

Steaming up the windows

Stick shift not in my way

Not this time

Cutting a slice of angel cake

Is one way to say it

How long has it been since those days

I dare not say or should I

Never enough room

Did we need it becoming one

Our eyes eating each other alive

Never mind any other move

No one else in the world

Except those who stood outside

Waiting

Then that knock

On the window it came

We didn’t yet

Oops I was on the keys

Push them through a hairline crack

The window, you know, we had to open it just so

Feel a slight cool breeze

No

Feel a slight cool breath

Now leave us would you

Where were we…

 

Oh yes

 

 

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Could I?

“93, almost a century but it’s still me.” She stood facing herself in the mirror in her comfy sweats and over-sized shirt. “Always loved men’s flannels – like wearing soft protective arms.” Never had she known such arms yet she was still a believer.  “Ben’d said his most productive years were his 90s. It could still happen.”

She gave herself the once over, hair pure white now. “Take that Storm! Hmm, could I really wear that? I used to.”

Sweats and shirt dropped to the floor. On went the jeans and deep v’d blouse. “Hell yeah.” She grabbed her fringed Gucci bag and headed out.

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http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week152/

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The prompt this week is:

…could I really wear that …