It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week our writing prompt is the word close.
***
and you’re still
here,
sipping
the same martini
stabbing at its
soggy olive
with a limp toothpick.
Juke box is off.
Lights are on.
It’s just you
And me.
Then you whip
It out.
très petit!
Laughing,
I dial 911 —
you run.
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Ha! This is a wild ride. I don’t know whether to laugh, or hope the police get there in time. ;)
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You played that just right. Those laughs will echo in pervo’s ears for a long time.
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The ending kicks into action!
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This is awesome. Thanks for the wild ride.
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Hahaha! 😂 Nicely written!
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Even the toothpick is limp.
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Hahaha! Love this!
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Ha, loved the ending!
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Oh… such a small weiner… great ending
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Poor soul with such a small weiner to offer. What will the police say if they catch him?
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Oh dear!!!!!!!
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aka, The Abject Muse 
Tell it like it is