Even on the train she didn’t miss a trick like a rook on patrol for fantasy tidbits she sat upright, neck elongated flicking left, whooshing right. The slightest movement alerted her eyes and she honed in on the offending persona Not one person was beneath her contempt: high spirited children, to her unruly languages other than her own, others of differing abilities teenagers women in loud clothes with heavy make-up, men in groups clutching each other in raucous laughter. Her husband huddled in a rounded heap waiting to spring to attention at the harridan’s whim years of nagging third party abuse lends him immune to her innocent quarries Later that year she lay dying Turning to him she said “I spent my entire life as the norm to which all should conform; eating should involve a knife and fork skirt lengths below knee but not too far maybe it would’ve turned out different” and her last breath said “If you'd organza'd me.” Her pecked man left knowing it was all his fault.
rook’s quarry
Even on the train she didn’t miss a trick like a rook on patrol for fantasy tidbits she sat upright, neck elongated flicking left, whooshing right. The slightest movement alerted her eyes and she honed in on the offending persona Not one person was beneath her contempt: high spirited children, to her unruly languages other…
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