Wistful

It’s Thursday and with a crappy day at work…

Wanderer

A youth of caprice is what they say

Waiting

I have been waiting with beads of sweat running down my temple.

Potential

He had left me drowning like a bowling ball. And my small cafe was all that was keeping me afloat.

Warmth

“Toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee”. My sugar starved brain is screaming, “Toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee”.

Eavesdroppers

Max is rather crabby today. He hates distractions and is not a fan of my abstract sentimentality either. As I laugh, he turns his attention back to our quarry…

Commute

As always I run huffing and panting to catch the bus.