A Couple on the Seats Near Me (30D and E)

A couple on the seats near me (across the aisle)

don’t get along although they look alike (my friend

Gail said years ago I don’t write conflict). Both

middle aged maybe 50 good looking similar

expensive sneakers.  Black.  Fit might be their word.

They’re both Fit.  He has a subtle Rolex hers a subtle Cartier

she’s wearing Prada jeans.  They both appear

to have no discernible fat.  Before the plane takes off

he says I left my Wall Street Journal (sic)

in the overhead rack in the carryon in Row 27 implying

that she should go get it and she who is on the aisle

says I’ll stand up.  You go.  And he, not happy with her

answer replies, annoyed:  Don’t Bother.

I Won’t she says.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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