Friday, August 17, 2007

Flash Fiction 55

He told me I wouldn’t feel sad.
I am not sure I like this job anymore.
He said I would be adored.
They recoil in disgust though I am beautiful.
I must wear the black always.
Why do they look surprised?
He says they expect me.
So why do they always look scared to death?


Anonymous said...

that is awlsome -- i see you have had a little time at work today-lol

Breazy said...

I like it Ameratis! Have a great weekend!


lime said...

nicely done, ameratis!

G-Man said...

Melodie, you are such a good writer..Another great 55

Anonymous said...