Week 43 – Time #2

Tightened Down and Frowny

“Hello,” I said, smiling.

“I don’t have time!” She rushed past.

“Fuck you,” my ego replied.

The sour taste in my mind tasted more bitter with each moment.

My face screwed down tight.

My eyes narrowed.

“Hello!” She said, smiling.

Moving quickly past, I grunted.

The sour taste in her mind grew more and more nasty.

When she got home, her daughter ran to her,

But she was too frowny to smile.

Such a shame. A damn shame.