In a hotel lobby late at night
a small boy in pyjamas
hands held tight
with his father
two furtive raiders
to a silent snack machine
” Chocolate for me !” whispers Dad
“Crisps for me” says the little lad…
You’ve caught a brief, touching episode in two people’s live that they will both remember.The start of a short story?
Hi Marian, I’m glad you liked this little moment I spotted and I will probably develop it in another post later as it seemed a charming exchange. I should’ve posted it under ‘Earwigs’ I think…
Your poem made my smile – thank you! I can literally see those two in my mind.
Thanks for that Stefanie, it was a whimsical ‘Earwig’ moment
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