Man Behind Me

Deborah Kristina
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read
Photo Credit: News Mail

The sun’s rays were one cloak

made up of flying wisps

of yellow over me.

I walked in black high-soled

sandals. I turned around

to aggravating shoes

of a man of thick build.

The heels of his shoes

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Deborah Kristina

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Author of ‘A Girl All Alone Somewhere in the World’, ‘Confessions and Thoughts of a Girl in Turkey’, ‘From Just a Girl Grown Up in America’. (Amazon.com)

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