Graphic novelty

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

In the car
squeaking windshield wipers against the sting of water droplets.
Revving engine
racing down to see him.

She grips the wheel and her knuckles go white.
Riding the white line and avoiding the black pools of the storm.
Sparking lightning against the night.

Will he be glad to see her in this weather?
Or just surprised that she is still on her feet?
What if G_d strikes her dead along the way?
No one will know of her passion to be his.

Reaching for the phone and fumbling it.
Just press the button to connect!
Two lives that should be forever woven.
No. Service. Here.

Agonizing pain for walking away from the old ways.
Ridicule for becoming a new woman.
A woman she is proud to call herself.
She is determined and focused.

House is up ahead.
No lights are on.
Running to the door and into the punch of the gusty rain.
Be here. Be . . . here.

A lamp burns in the dark hall.
The door unlocks and opens.
He is happy but worry grips his soul.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as she buries her face in his shoulder.

Nothing now.

Copyright © 1960-2016 Lawrence J. J. Leonard  All rights reserved.

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