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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 29, 2016

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Submitted: July 29, 2016



Unlatching the lock with hand through a hole in the screen the door opened

she entered holding a phone looking down grabbing her torn jeans

giving a over weight wiggle 

resembling a worm wearing a red shirt and white hat backwards

no words spoken never having prior communication bewildered I stood

during the middle of a workout 

she was cold making a face clutching her phone tightly

I could only guess the reason for the visit

prudes would be offended with knowing her intent 

comprehension and toleration values that I put into practice

doesn't make much of a difference

when intruders think they own something more than a pet

the dogs barked fighting briefly she came for the mother dog

muttering words looking at her phone without eye contact the dog walked out

she drove off without further words holding her phone out of the window

conversation must have been beneath her


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