Past seven. Dark streets. People homebound. I stood still. Waiting.
A golden heart who’ll share her piece of manna. I headed towards her winding through the crowd; hoping, praying, believing. I poked her arm. She glanced.
She smiled; shot me bullets of questions. My address, my mother, my father, my school. Then she took her ride, and she told me to go home, and she left.
She glanced back. Threw something. Chocolate bars. I smiled. She is my angel tonight.
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to nida, thank you for the encouragement.. it's really good to know you are appreciated..
to rysperski, thank you for liking my posts.. actually im really happy that you are giving time to read my works.. you inspire me to write more..
Very Nice!
Thanks for sharing it with us, RJ. :)
Oi there, RJ,
I'm sorta oldfashion goat, but this new-age stuff is really cool...so..I do implore, please share some more, just for the lore.