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The Smell of New Possibilites
She had a thought to open up a boutique
in her garage. Put some hooks on a wall
line up the bikes and skates,
organize his tools in alphabetical order
put up a cool Japanese divider
with artistic flair. She thought
the mid-forties women at the gym
would buy her knock off dresses
for forty bucks. She’d make cards
and pass them around, maybe
even announce it on her Facebook page.
Her husband hated the idea
so this helped her in establishing
its authenticity. She took a flight
to Toronto and met with her friend Stacey
who sold second hand bags in
large bins out of her garage. China.
That was the magic word. She spent
two days researching Ali, China, merchandise,
ex-high school lovers that Stacey and her dated.
They drank Pinot Grigio and fantasized about
Christian Gray scenarios. The smell of new
possibilities excited her so much that
she had an orgasm on the plane
while texting her ex-lover.
This kind of thing she told herself
happened every day.
She became part of
a modern
love story
and would die if she ever told
anyone.
Maybe she would paint her garage pink.
She always wanted a pink room.
Comments:
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Amazingly done, love! ❤
Thank you Soeline! I wasn’t sure where I was going, but it landed somewhere. just went with the flow. 🙂 hugs
Wow, what a flight she had! Well done my Dear. As always you astound.
so grateful that you visit! thanks xx
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George! Thank you for sharing my poem xx you are the best!
Ha!!! Now that is some creative story telling. But then again you’re amazing so of course it is.
Love it, Christina. ❤
thank you Eric xx
Xx
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Always love your reality and honest Wow!!