The lace caress in the hollow of her neck
I felt the shimmer of
something bad rush down my spine
The blue of her eyes, intense, hypnotic
My heart muscle became limp
I feared a spell had been put upon me
Never have I felt so helpless
Standing in the queue at Tesco’s
Dropping my shopping
as she passed it through the barcode
My hands meander blindly over my items
I couldn’t stow them away quick enough
With a final flourish I left the store
A cold feeling followed me to my car
I knew this would not be the last time I would see her
At the same time, my mind was telling me
Next week, shop in Morrisons
Something wasn’t right about that young lady…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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