In response to a one line prompt — Squash by Debbie Aruta


Rich and high-bred,
His friends called him posh,
But still he was here
In a dingy cafe,
The dark side of town,
Falling for the waitress,
Scars and pearls, 
Her purple curls,
Pretending he loved the squash.

Oh, such prompts are so much more preferable than the horrid prompts of the horrific kind.