Friday, March 11, 2011

Deal - by Debbie

His teeth blind me
as he crooned his promise
but still I hesitate.

"You won't regret it,"
he urges, and slides
the document toward me.

The air around us
stills and waits.

Beneath my fingers,
the paper shifts
like a living thing
but before I can draw back,
sharp pain blossoms.

Looking down,
I see the red flower
spreading on the dotted line
beside his signature.

"Deal," he says,
then looks at me.
"Say it."

The pain in my hand fades
and I finally meet his eyes.

"Deal," I say.

And so it begins.

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