Lumbering down the pavement,

Satchel in hand,

Insides wrapped

in tangles of pain.

Or was it just hunger,

nothing was gained.

“Ah, a welcomed café.

With space for me!”

She chose the oak one.

A hardback chair

at the table with a sunflower cloth.

“Please bring me some cheese,

Cheddar is best.”

Spying the wineglass on his tray,

She calmly stated

“I’ll have a red, today.”

She pulled out her manuscript.

Her lips, now tight and thin,

whispered aloud,

“Nail a deal for a hardback and

This one’s a win.”