On
Vacation
Midnight
in New York. Sounds like a song title. Until you see the body
outside the theater. Lips blue. Eyes uninhabited.
Piano music leaks from inside a cafe. Laughter from another. No one stops.
Except a homeless woman. She crosses herself. Pauses in silence.
Moves on. Uneasy. So do you. It's how life works now.
*Prompt words: midnight, theater, piano, lips, New York
Nice work, 50/55 word great format. Always been a drabble fan and this one is very good.
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DeleteThanks for reading and commenting, Doug. Glad you liked it.