late afternoon caller

She was intensely engaged with the person on the other end. Sometimes she paced, sometimes she stood still, listening.





I’ve had conversations like that, where everything seemed to hinge on what was said by the other party. But not recently. And anyway, were I to be so invested in the outcome, I would probably not position myself so exquisitely in front of a store with the perfect late summer colors framing a well-dressed countenance. I’d be disheveled, in the gutter maybe, sweating it out.

Ah, poise.