Now, ragged and chilled she pushes on, sure that around the next corner is her Camelot.
She rattles down the sidewalk pushing a rusted shopping cart. The empty cans inside mutter and complain like her aching joints. The Christmas lights sparkling in passing windows remind her of her former home--a castle full of adoring admirers. She remembers that she is royalty. Men would make their best moves to see her smile. Women with hungry eyes like ebony beetles would strip the flesh from her bones, seeking the secret of her allure.
Now, ragged and chilled she pushes on, sure that around the next corner is her Camelot.
susan church
2/12/2017 04:39:20 am
Thanks for the kind words!
Julia
8/1/2018 04:59:32 pm
Love this! Comments are closed.
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