Friday’s Page 69 ~ Glass

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Glass


He looks at me
like a barracuda, scoping
bait,
Ravenous. Suspicious.
Curious. Delicious. (Him,
not me.) I feel like a
freight
train has steamed right
into me, and when he smiles
a hungry smile, I decide Robyn’s
tardiness must be
fate.

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