1. meliverde
"Mrs. Bell cont."
She offered me her hand,
trembling and grey.
It felt like cold potatoes,
but I dared not pull away.
My classmates shook their heads.
I was marching to my death.
The library was silent
save the wheezing of her breath.
Her fingers probed the shelf
then she handed me King Lear
I suddenly heard sobbing,
then she wiped away a tear.
(Oh no! what do I do?), I thought.
My heart began to race.
(do I pat her on the back?
do I try to give her space?)
My muscles went all rigid
then she leaned in whispering,
“you wouldn’t understand, my dear.
for love’s a grown up thing.”
“It’s been nearly 5 years,”
she said, staring with a grin,
“that I was last,
let in the mall,
to see that mannequin.”














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