Luggage Check
Clouded glass prevented
The driver from reaching her
Destination. Sunken eyelids,
Furrowed forehead,
Contributed to the already
Wearied woman's unseemly appearance.
Yet she dreaded that most of all.
Then as fast as a fish flitting
Out of the water and in,
She realized how wrong they'd
Been all along. These freeloading
Hitchhikers were simply baggage
In her already jam-packed car.
Furthermore, they
Didn't deserve to see that side
Of her, or any, for that matter.
Copyright © Mary-Catherine S. | Year Posted 2014
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