Goals (an acrostic poem)

Gratification was Mary’s idea of winning

Ordinarily she was focused on herself since she knew that audience

And now should be no different, and yet

Looking into the puppy’s eyes melted her heart

So her new mission in life was to help that pup live to the fullest

 

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He Said; She Said

He came into the room and found her there.  He almost walked back out, but knew it was too late.  “How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m well,” she said.  “How are you and what’s her name doing?”

“We’re doing pretty good,” he said.  “She got to meet my folks this weekend.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked.  “How did that go?”

“About as well as could be expected,” he said.

“That bad, huh?” she said.

He didn’t respond to that question.  She let slip a small smile.

“Do your parents still like me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said as if his puppy had died.

“Good,” she said as she spun around and sat down, her back to him.

He reached out to place his hand on her shoulder, but thought better of it.

She somehow sensed what he had attempted.  “You’re learning.  Maybe next time you’ll think twice before…”

That before broke his will.  “Well, I’ll talk to you later,” he said as he turned and fled out the door.

Her smile faded as the tears washed it away.