A Temporary Lapse of Judgement

She grips her hands in her lap

knuckles turning white

iced tea drips

a small cold rivulet

down the side of her face

paints

the wall beside her

on the table a shard of ice

melts among broken glass

the restaurant

still quiet

except for angry footsteps

and then

with the door still swinging

closed

life resumes

for everyone else

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For temporary prompt

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This weeks challenge er challenge update:

• Blog post 28/52 – 24 to go
• Writing in the screenplay – Done
• Drawing – Ditto
• Feet writing & drawing – and ditto

Until later…

~Liv