Woman in the Next Booth
The woman in the next booth was gorgeous
Ronnie started to introduce himself
Then he saw the cigarette
His mother had been a smoker
He could not abide the stench of it
The smell of nicotine curdled his nose hairs
He walked rapidly away, wishing she was not a smoker
But alas, she was, so they were not meant to be
The woman stared at the handsome man who had left
For a second she thought he was going to speak
But then he turned and ran
As if he had seen a werewolf
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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