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Date

Date

Early morning light
Streaks through the curtain
Another day dawning
That’s all that is certain

Sarah lies in her bed
Remembering what occurred
The events of the previous night
Have left her somewhat disturbed

“What happened?” she thought
Everything was going so great
Andrew was delightful
Considering it was a blind date

They had gone to a restaurant
For an early dinner and talk
Then a movie to follow
And a stroll on the boardwalk

Andrew had become romantic
And leaned in to kiss
She reciprocated the action
It was a moment of bliss

It lasted just a moment
And then he doubled over in pain
What was the problem?
She could not ascertain

After some endless moments
Sarah realized what was amiss
He’d eaten the lamb curry
It wasn’t the kiss

The hospital emergency room
Was where they eventually parted
They likely wouldn’t meet again
Dating is not for the faint hearted

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Bjorn’s challenge at D’Verse Poets Writing Narrative Poetry

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Lucia

Lucia stared through the window of the beautiful restaurant.  It was 3:00pm and her interview was at 3:15 pm.

This was a big step up from her family’s restaurant in the Bronx.  The Italian Trattoria where everyone from the neighborhood would come. Her grandparents, immigrants from Sicily, had opened the restaurant in the 1930s. Lucia, her parents and three brothers were all recruited into the business. There was no escaping it.   She was the youngest but she became the face of the restaurant.  Her siblings were content to be at the back of the house in the kitchen, but she had always been pushed front and center by her parents and all the patrons knew her. They had known her since she was a child filling their water glasses on a Sunday afternoon.  It had always been this way.  It became known as Lucia’s Bistro.

Now she was a grown woman and had outgrown the family restaurant.  She was ready to spread her wings to the Upper East Side. Understanding all aspects of the restaurant business this was her chance to see how the other side lived.

She entered the restaurant and confidently introduced herself to the Maître d’

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

(199 words)

In response to: Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner Week #32

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