Nice is an overachievers nightmare. Pleading to be loved and never understood. Along with the rest of the world, it can wait for a turn. -The old man shoved his way out the door. The milk was heavy in his left hand. It was once never heavy. His keys were tucked deeply in his front pocket. He’d picked the wrong hand to carry the milk and now needed to place the milk onto the parking lot pavement to retrieve his keys.
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart