"Hothouse Flowers"
dear _______,
the woman left her husband
at the altar pining
after three years
negotiations are underway
for the mutual exclusivity pact
leading to a flurry of last minute
shrugging and backdoor shinanigans
the suits walk in unison
as she waits behind a locked door
breathing softly, her thoughts drift off
if she dialed the number, would she be there?
dismissing the notion of fleeting indiscretion
she coolly powdered her nose
and re-applied her lipstick
the door cracked open
as a man with dark hair and unsightly teeth
sat down across the table from her
"Miss? We have a proposition for you," he said as he slowly
took out a pack of Camels and slid it across the table
the woman, now smiling, reached out
and, fidgeting for her lighter, she leaned closer
eyes glittering in the subtle light
"What is it do you have in mind?," she said demurely
the tension rising as the hothouse flowers began
to wilt in seething desperation.
- KL
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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