The Spinster

Jessica Penhorwood
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
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A poetic journey through the mind of a dark soul.

Laughter echoes in the small

room, an occasional squeak

of a chair, rocking.

Needles clicking, she watches

them play. A ball

In hand, squeals escaping.

She isn’t the only one

watching- worried eyes

peer out of windows.

A small smile creeps

to her lips. She

glances to her collection.

Dozens of children smile

back at her, from the

missing ads. She sighs.

Her gaze returns to

the children, playing.

Needles clicking, an occasional

squeak of a chair, rocking.

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