Fighting over a man

m so shy I read a book as I walk down the street.

Once I walked right under a bus.It was stationary!

So now I pretend I’m talking on my mobile.


He was into Lacan

Is he really?


Whatever next!

I’m almost at the Mall.I think i’ll have a coffee.

See you later,got to go.

See,maybe all those folk


walking along with a cell phone or just pretending like me….

Are they really talking to another person ?

I must be careful reading in the Underground…who knows what’s lurking down there?

I saw him first.Let go.

He’s mine!



About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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