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“The Laugh”
It was a
very minor thing
that brought her
to the head
of the line
as far as his
thoughts
were concerned
on this particular
day,
a girl and
her dog
opened up a
drawer in his
crudely filed
warehouse of
memories
one that had
been closed
and locked
for almost a
year,
neither the girl
or the dog
had any visual
similarities
with the woman
whose image was
banned
from roaming free
along the crossroads
of his mind
her face
only brought out
of seclusion
on dreary rainy
days
when he felt
like
watching an old
movie
with a very
sad ending,
it took him
a moment to
find the common
thread
that tied the
woman
and the girl
together
but when the
girl
let out another
laugh
that ended with
a girlish squeal
he knew he
had found it,
that laugh was
so perfectly matched
to hers
he froze
his stomach dropped
while his eyes
started eagerly
darting around
looking for
her
excited by the
possibility
of seeing her
again
and yet
visibly shaken
by that very
same thought
three heartbeats
later
it was obvious
who this laughter
belonged to,
he wipes the
sweat from his
palms
as the on onslaught
of ungoverned
mental pictures
and feelings
of her
begins
consuming all his
energies
draining him
so quickly
it was as if
she ripped off
his head
tilted his body
and shot gunned
the life
right out of
him,
feeling weak
and uncertain
if any part
of this day
could still be
salvaged
he turns away
from the girl
and her dog
his mind tripping
over
all the buried
thoughts
that have now
resurfaced,
a grown man
struck down
in his tracks
by the laughter
of a little
girl…
Tom Allen…11-16-2018…
It was a
very minor thing
that brought her
to the head
of the line
as far as his
thoughts
were concerned
on this particular
day,
a girl and
her dog
opened up a
drawer in his
crudely filed
warehouse of
memories
one that had
been closed
and locked
for almost a
year,
neither the girl
or the dog
had any visual
similarities
with the woman
whose image was
banned
from roaming free
along the crossroads
of his mind
her face
only brought out
of seclusion
on dreary rainy
days
when he felt
like
watching an old
movie
with a very
sad ending,
it took him
a moment to
find the common
thread
that tied the
woman
and the girl
together
but when the
girl
let out another
laugh
that ended with
a girlish squeal
he knew he
had found it,
that laugh was
so perfectly matched
to hers
he froze
his stomach dropped
while his eyes
started eagerly
darting around
looking for
her
excited by the
possibility
of seeing her
again
and yet
visibly shaken
by that very
same thought
three heartbeats
later
it was obvious
who this laughter
belonged to,
he wipes the
sweat from his
palms
as the on onslaught
of ungoverned
mental pictures
and feelings
of her
begins
consuming all his
energies
draining him
so quickly
it was as if
she ripped off
his head
tilted his body
and shot gunned
the life
right out of
him,
feeling weak
and uncertain
if any part
of this day
could still be
salvaged
he turns away
from the girl
and her dog
his mind tripping
over
all the buried
thoughts
that have now
resurfaced,
a grown man
struck down
in his tracks
by the laughter
of a little
girl…
Tom Allen…11-16-2018…