Thursday, November 11, 2010

Lost In My Thought Forest

Mary startles me as she walks
into the room. She's a looker,
by God, that one. And smart,
too. She'll have a Bachelor
of something someday. I turn.
I have traded pert breasts for
a plump ass, two children, an
oven full of scones. Mary is
taking my firstborn. I like her.
I offer her a scone. We speak
of the ins and outs of baking.
I ask her, How much do you know?

6 comments:

Clayton said...

Holy hell, you are on a roll (no pun intended, even though scones aren't really rolls...)

Charmi said...

Thanks, Clayton. I'm hoping to have new material to read in December.

Liza said...

I love this, I truly mean that!

"I have traded pert breasts for
a plump ass"

I love the way this ends.
Thanks for sharing.

Charmi said...

Thanks, Liza!

SarahJane said...

love the tone and wording. a little rivalry at work here?

Charmi said...

Goodness! I hope not!