No Recommendation Required
He squeezed the water through his toes
pressing it back out the holes in his shoe.
The dark streets were awash with rain
and each footstep found its way
into onyx-stained puddles
as he chased fleeting shelter along
a plywood wall of posters. Lame
camouflaged for a wall, he thought -
a khaki grunge of seeping soup
and pasty mush from damp.
His eye caught a few still legible.
The Circus is Coming
Save Krill From Extinction
Vote for Hilliard Pickleweiss
He slipped into an alcove, pushed
open the door, and stepped inside.
It was warm shelter from this
winter wash that scored wet
streaks across the window.
A small café, he saw, with tiny shiny
tables, each adorned with age-blanched
ferns in a dusty jug with an S-shaped handle.
Propped against the bake goods cabinet
was a waitress with a peanut-shaped head
and a sturdy, unreadable face.
He nodded hopefully at the cake
and tacked on “and coffee, please.”
He hoped she’d make it happen, although
that wasn’t usually the way it was with him
and women. Moments later he was drinking
in warmth between his lips, and reading
a small sign celotaped to the window.
Vacancy: Position Open.
No Recommendation Required.
He’d apply for the job, he thought.
Whatever it was.
At least until the rain stopped.
Sunday Whirl Wordle #79- Words: face, guide, handle, shelter, job, happening, fern, recommend, cabinet, score, peanuts, café, sturdy