Milly Pays the Bail Bond But She Doesn’t Want To (Serial 8)

Ken didn’t look Milly in the eye.  He usually did.  She

could tell he was embarrassed.  He was not easily embarrassed.

He’d grown up on the streets of the Bronx. At that moment

Milly wondered if every single thing she knew about him

for all those years and years was just a lie.  He was a gruff

man with no soft sides.  He’d never once given her flowers or

told her she looked nice or just held her in his arms for no reason.

Even so they’d been together ever since they were young.  They

weren’t young now.  She knew that whatever he had done

no matter how horrendous, and she was hoping it wasn’t horrendous,

she would stay with him forever.  When the Sheriff said the bail

was one thousand dollars Milly, who held onto every nickel as long

as she could, just said OK.   Ken looked relieved and the two Toms

drove them home.  In the police car no one said even one word.

 

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.

5 Comments

  1. Dear Esther:
    What a wonderful idea: Your Serial Poem.
    Like going to the movies in the 1930’s & 40’s & watching
    Flash Gordon ot Gene Autry get in & out of impossible
    scrapes from one chapter to the next! Can’t wait for the
    next installment!’
    Love,
    Louis

  2. Esther, I always read your poems, but this serialized poem has me eager to find out “What happens next.” We’ll done!

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