The Smeared Counter
I wandered around the busy store but could not find my way to the top floor
I search from corner to corner but I couldn't find where to enter
I exit through the side door and saw a tall staircase standing in front of me
A woman suddenly approached me said “this staircase leads outside boo boo
The next one is inside” she smiled at me and I went back inside the busy store.
I climb the long staircase inside the store making my way to the very top
I heard people complaining and bad mounting the clerks at the counter.
Someone walked up and suddenly smeared a white counter with mud
A camera man approached and photographed the smeared counter.
Many others things happen but that’s all I could remember when I jumped out of my sleep.
©2015 Christine Phillips
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