A date for dinner


by Crystal

Stood up by a date for dinner,

I was both hungry and in a bad mood.

The path home was by urban sidewalks,

that snaked through streets absent of life,

or so I believed.

The whistle came first,

followed by a smack of lips,

from the shadows behind.

I considered the contents of my purse,

the mace and my butcher knife.

Along the lighted path I continued,

a peek over my shoulder revealed my follower,

a glimpse at his hands showed the dozen roses that he held,

my date for dinner had caught up with me.

I allowed him time to give an apology,

before I corrected him,

he had not been late for our dinner date,

he had been late for my date for dinner.

They say humans tastes like chicken,

I never very much cared for chicken.

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Writers Bio

My name is Crystal and I am a writer, poet, and crafter.

From the time I could pick up a writing instrument I was
writing...technically...since only my childhood mind could understand
what it was that I was putting to paper. I am sure that those early
stories amused me and that they were filled with the things of fairy
tales.
Today, I have a mind cluttered with characters and their
stories that are eager to be written about. I hope you enjoy reading my
pages.


Inspirational ImageRed by Gali by Gali

Pieces Inspired by this Image

'Two Livers'
by Harmony Hodges

'Fresh'
by Seth Furman

'One Winter Day'
by Gloria Webber


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