She gasped for breath, as the familiar stench of popcorn wafted past her nostrils. A sudden jerk of realisation hit her like a bus meeting a deer on a dark and quiet night. He was back from the middle of nowhere….
The popcorn loving son of a bitch !!!
A shiver of distaste filled her heart as she wished him gone. The recurring memory of salt and butter me up was too much to bare. Sadly she could not erase the stench nor taste of lifetime past.
With quivering heart she leapt defensively to reply as his mouth spat out it’s usual banter of full o’ bullshit….
A frown appeared from no man’s land and sat itself most comfortably upon her face
for she saw not the reflection of what she had become. A ghastly piece of disfigured happiness reflecting upon her soul.
He was content with the image she portrayed. His smirk was worth the gold in them there hills. Divide and conquer he shouted to himself as his chuckle echoed into the silent gray nightof stars unreachable.
Betwixt them both it seems life was a puzzle never discussed in daylight hours nor of sobriety. A clenched fist can seem powerful when caught in the moonlight.She sat bewitched and bedazzled as she always did. The sad lonely lady who hated popcorn for it’s stench .
He lay proudly like the Princess and the Pea on a matress of unwitting….nothing goes unnoticed, he smugly said to thee…..she shrugged her shoulders and with a backwards glance she left the room …..chanting nothing get’s past me!
For sullen now was her face, as she predicted the daily events. A popcorn loving man and his trail of salty stench! Are no match for the taste of tears she let her sad heart clench…..
another piece of my muse …with the popcorn man