Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Fireblossom Friday: “That’s The Ticket”
Write me a NEW poem which includes some kind of a ticket.
They are looking
for him. Slim, trimmed
red beard, 5’10”, blue
baseball hat. Last seen
wearing a black windbreaker
and sneakers. Dark jeans.
Seems he held up a jewelry
store. Sure, he had a gun–
was it real?
He jumps onto commuter
train, brain on overload.
Stands near doors. Keeps
an open newspaper close
to his face. Thinks
of disgrace his family
will feel when they find
out. Impulse move.
Prove yourself a man.
Family in need. Toy
gun trembles in his hands.
Crumples cap, stuffs it
in jacket. Make a dash
for men’s room, ditch
gun, shave beard.
Is the coast clear?
Wait. Uniform coming
down the aisle. Not
a cop. As uniform draws
near, he hears, . . .
“Tickets, please.”
Different style for you! Love this one.
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Thanks, Kathleen!
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Now this is thrilling!
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Thanks, Toni. Bet he got caught, though.
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Yes ma’am he did. I called the police the day I found those two poor frozen and shot bodies. He got what he kind of deserved although not totally.
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I felt the tension. You wrote this scenario really well.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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I think that he will give himself up… you cannot handle stress like that.
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I definitely see him as getting caught.
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I like the style with which you told the story. I could see the action very clearly.
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Thanks, Kerry!
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Burglars just don’t feel the same way we do about a man in uniform, do they?
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Not so much!
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This is so wonderfully captivating! Great write!
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Thanks, Sanaa!
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