POETRY IN PROSE

“You’re Kidding,” He Said

From The Man Who Came from the North, new chapter 30

Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash

I saw him in the distance on the street. He did not see me, but he was very elated and happy and eager when he spoke. When they were about to leave, he stepped forward and gave the woman he had talked to a good hug.