Chapter 88: Target 2

The one happening;

which never happned.

A slice of mock invasion on inner sanctum to find your own name.

Who were you?

A mind not on the mend? A house you were not living in?

The forecast was wary of strangers.

A deadly intent was hurling

the desires onto the stones of eyes.

A fog hides the melt.

You were not ready for syntax,

a rhyme breaks into sobs.

Washed by pain, a sting

becomes the poem.

Satish Vera

Sophie picked out a few items while Caleb followed closely behind running his eyes over every corner of the supermarket as they moved.

"Are you always like this?" Sophie asked.

"Always like what? "

"You know. Uptight. You've been looking around as though you are anticipating something bad to happen."

"Oh. No. Sorry about that. But we can never be too careful."