Wednesday, December 29, 2010

the gloves

Magpie Tales
They were there.

On my table...why?

Why my table?  Who did they belong to?

 A woman? 

Certainly not a man..they were to feminine

no man would wear them

why not?

they could belong to a man..who am I to judge?

I would not wear them

but...if it were cold, really cold, and they fit...

yes I would wear them

are they mine?

hell...

I'm living in hell...

the gloves...

they're driving me crazy...

why do I care?...

maybe she came home...

I'm afraid to look.

10 comments:

Doc FTSE said...

I think you have the germ of an intriguing short story here. "Maybe she came home" - the key to the plot? This is good writing.

gautami tripathy said...

Great possibilities I see here...

singing soprano

gs batty said...

Thanks Doc - the key...a man's wife has left...he is in a mental funk..maybe unstable...maybe homicidal

gs batty said...

gt - thanks for the visit and comment..my fist shot in the world of Magpie Tales

Helen said...

Lots of intrigue in your Magpie Tale .......

signed...bkm said...

great story in so few words....now we what to know if she was home...and why she left....great magpie..bkm

kathew said...

clever and leaves us hanging....did she come home?

Tess Kincaid said...

Uh-oh. They're my gloves! What are you doing with them?

Trellissimo said...

Prosaic view - maybe she never left, but is merely untidy? LOL :)

Jingle said...

she will change your mood for better...

lovely wonders.
awesome tale.

happy 2011.