…Carry these men and women who get lost when the sun goes down
WHO ….was a pupil.
In Her class.
She never used a pointer, but knew how to single you out. He called it The Flying Fickle Finger of Fate, and that digit indeed touched his oblivious forehead. He had his nose in a Hare Krishna book whilst the class was studying Eastern religion.
SHE made an example.
WHO followed her home. The sun was setting. She opened the door to her garage.
He watched, something sharp in his back pocket.
He closed the door.
SHE gave him a hand…….
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
