The lounge was always quiet Sunday mornings, and Audrey, bored and
pissed she had to work this shift, cranked the music up and went
outside to smoke in the empty parking lot and watch cars stream by
on 116 loaded with families headed into town for Mother’s Day
brunch, no one even glancing at her, and thinking, she may as well
boogie, danced, long blonde hair swinging in circles, making her
feel twenty years younger, oh, if only she’d kept that baby,
she’d be going to brunch too, so when a pickup braked and a
young man jumped out and danced up to her, she wanted to hug him
but treated him to a drink instead.
© Jo-Anne Rosen 2005
