VICELAND AD#747
Davy Carren
11

I feel as tho I should be wearing a pill box hat with mesh, that lays across my eyes. Casting a shadow that stops just above my red painted lips.

I’d be powdering my nose daintily with a puff from my compact. I hear it click closed and my gloved hands place it into my clutch purse.

I would then pick back up my news paper. It being carefully folded to the ad section. I cross my seam backed covered legs and get back to the ads. Only to find myself thinking, someday…someday I’ll be brave enough to drop a dime on that number.

Someday. Till then, I’ll just drop a little green heart on them.

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