Dec 01

The Air In Hannafords

I didn't glance at him
Well maybe I did
But only once
Only once.
And then a few more onces
He was taller than me
They're not usually taller than me
That was intruiging
He smiled at me
I smiled back
We both blushed and blustered
I turned to the wall in front of me
Fully attentive to the paper towels
How, then, could I have caught his eyes on my profile
And while he was grabbing yogurt, how did he catch my eyes
On his smile
He left, of course
But he filled my heart with bubbles and cake
And butterflies
For a day
Maybe it's fate
A strange coincidence
Or maybe it's just the air in Hannafords