Umber (59)

October 16, 2012 § 2 Comments

Finally she grunted and jerked her head toward the kitchen door.  I followed her as she turned and walked toward the refrigerator.  She pulled a magnet from the freezer-compartment door and handed it to me.  “The person you’re looking for is here,” she said.

Before I could thank her she turned and walked away.  As she passed through the doorway to the crowded living room, she smoothed out the front of the zippered sweatshirt jacket that covered her very ample bosom.  Something small fell onto the floor.  As soon as she was gone, I bent to see what it was.  I’m not sure, but I think it was a rose petal.


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