Don'cha Know?Don'cha Know?Don'cha Know?8 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He started following me on a Monday. I take the El to get around, mostly, because my college and my apartment are near stations. I know the subway systems aren't too great at the hour of day I make my way to school, but it's a sight better than walking.
By that Wednesday, I was pretty sure I was being followed. I mean, the poor guy was probably homeless and a beggar, what with the ratty coat he wore, and the fact that I never saw him anywhere but in the subway. But following me he was, smiling his gap-toothed grin whenever he noticed me noticing him. No one else did, moving around him like he was just an object. I snorted the first time I made that comparison. Looking at the businessmen and -women, the tourists, the suburbanites that crowded the subways, I thought cynically that they probably didn't see the poor man as more than an object.
But still, it was getting creepy. On Thursday, I confronted the man while on my way home from a half-day of classes.
cinderellaback in her cellarcinderella5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the rats and
the dogs and
like to play
the young woman with the tiny feet
and the pumpkin coach
lays by the wall and cries her eyes away
thinking back she's not so sure.
dancing on glass slippers
feels like flying
any man who chooses his wife
based on size six and a half
be thought about.