Saturday, March 29, 2014
Flirtation
Incident
Brawnette, on an errand to Shipping, flirted with Mackey
and Hork. So pretty, even in a loose white coat.
They later speculated on who she liked better.
Each man believing it was he.
Then, alone, at a locker, rejecting the idea, shaking at
its nerve.
Outside, the winter light purpling.
The department had buzzed; the plant beginning to follow.
Laughing hints at widespread lockers.
Both men killed in separate traffic accidents late that icy evening.
From thence, Dr Dellacondif, lab boss, assumed an even
crisper propriety.
Labels: Fatal Woman, Fate, femme fatale, flirt, work
