When “so close” becomes
“too close,” people sniff and step away—
it’s body odor
This week’s writing prompt at 3LineTales is the image below.
“There it is son; that’s the house I grew up in.”
“Gee, Dad…it’s so dark…weren’t you scared?”
“Uh, no….we usually turned the lights on at night.”
love is not patient
nor is it kind; love, it seems,
doesn’t give a damn.
there isn’t always
someone for everyone:
sometimes there’s no one