Walking Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Would you care to join me on my walk home?

As I squeeze my way out of the crowded lift and walk toward the exit, I feel a cool breeze on my face. The working week is over.

Stepping outside I see that it’s raining, I don’t have an umbrella. I lift the hood of my fleece jacket and accept that I’m going to get wet.

Quickly walking along the path, avoiding puddles and low hanging branches. I hate how close the path is to the road, as spray from the passing traffic soaks me.

And then a question I often ask myself during heavy traffic. Do I trust the cars not to mow me down or do I press the button on the pelican crossing?

Reaching into my pocket, I retrieve my keys and unlock the door. I am completely soaked through and all I want to do is go to sleep.


Submitted: February 13, 2014

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cgirl001

I enjoyed this kind of unique snapshot of a moment. Well described.

Sun, February 16th, 2014 10:48am

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