Ken and Milly Sat on the Usual Couch (Serial 10)

Ken and Milly both sat down on the Usual

Couch, an innocuous blue, in a material that was

a blend of god knows what. They sat right next

to one another the way they always did.  Both

of them were smoking.  Their bodies didn’t touch.

A coffee table with a glass top and steel legs was right

in front of them.  The usual two dishes of individually wrapped

mint hard candies and mixed nuts were in the middle of the table,

easy to reach.  Ken was not a talker.  Not ever.  More a presence,

one of those men who was right there.  Who was this man

Milly wondered to herself who she thought she knew so well.

OK she said.  Now tell me.  She didn’t feel as mad

as she had at the police station.  What in the world

Did You Do?

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.

6 Comments

  1. This story reminds me of the Saturdays at the movie theater when I was a kid. They had serials that always stopped at the crucial point leaving us to speculate all week on what happened next. You have me hooked!

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