Bag: mostly empty,
a rusty toy-truck in hand.
Old-age home's threshold.
a rusty toy-truck in hand.
Old-age home's threshold.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Truck
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
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