Desert Noon
Burger and fries
At a roadside stand
Constant buzzing of the flies
Under an angry yellow sun
The mustard dripped down from the hamburger
Onto her brand new dress
She stared down at it
When she looked up,
There was a tear in her eye
The single glistening salt tear
Of her frustration, her anger
Harold, she said
He didn't hear her, continued to eat
Harold, she said again louder,
Choking back a plaintive sob,
I didn't think it would be like this
He looked up, uncomprehending
Like what, he mumbled
Like this, she cried, our honeymoon,
At a goddamned hamburger stand
He blinked and swallowed
I want a divorce, she screamed
This is a nightmare
His mind plodded through grease
He found an answer
But we haven't had sex yet, he said
Oh, she said quietly
She thought about that for a second
And then started eating her burger again
Copyright © Scott Carrier | Year Posted 2023
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