Hawai‘i Sonnet 115 (Waiting . . . )

A wreath of smoke curls around her head

(She stubs out her cigarette in a bone white ashtray,
at the end of her slender index finger,
a perfect red nail pointing,
manicured this morning,
my heart beating hard in my chest,
back in the day, that moment at the bar,
last call, the final seconds
before strangers might part ways
after casual conversations ranging topics from A to Z,
in no particular order,
of no particular significance
other than to bridge the gap of loneliness.)

while I wait for an answer to my question.

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Today’s word is

question

Use it to inspire a piece of writing and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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