Candelabra
A single room, only illuminated by the
neon city skyline.
A candelabra.
A table dressed in Egyptian Silk and only the finest silverware.
She walks in, business suit muddled by a hard day's work.
She slides her car keys back into her purse and stops and states at me.
“Hello dear, care to join me?” I say in my three piece suit and a Hollywood-esque smile.
She just stares, memorised.
Then finally speaks, “Oh, you’re good”.