Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Game



He was nonchalant

Animated, talkative

But no, not to her

 

He spoke with his friends

But admired her earthy looks

Sexy but aloof

 

“I’ll give him ten more

And then I am out of here”

As she swirled her drink

 

Then she turned away

“Good, she is interested”

And broke from his group

 

“We’ll go for a meal?”

She turned and nodded at him

“Grotesque game isn’t it?”

8 comments:

  1. That was nice. And the ending words quite interesting :)

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  2. It certainly is a game. But the rules are far from clear!

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  3. Games people play on the meat market. I never did understand how it worked.
    Still don't.

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  4. Even when you are not writing 'stories' you are..i love that about your poetry..enjoyably voyeuristic..

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  5. Not quite sure of the rules either - maybe that's why no-one wanted to play with me. (Boohoo.)
    Anna :o]

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  6. I didn't even notice the three words until I got to the end. You paint a vivid picture.

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