Settling of Scores
At tap on my shoulder an elderly woman asked:
“aren’t you…?” With my lazar eyes I piled off
make up and old skin and saw a much younger
face; yes I knew that young woman and I also
remembered her hard eyes when she left me and
I begged her to stay. She invited me for a bit to
eat, I declined said, perhaps some other time, and
anyway knowing her of old I would have ended
up paying. She was a widow now (like I should
care) gave me her late husband’s card with phone
number and email address, “ring me”, she said.
I walked away another “what if, gone” I ought to
thank someone. Magnanimous I’m not, revenge
taste good at any age.