Mr Moose
A tinkle of the doorbells and I looked up smiling brighter than usual to see a dull and gloomy Mr Edgar his head was down and was not looking up at all. and just sat there on the chair head buried in his palms. today he never ordered anything to the shook of the whole cafe, no coffee, no sandwich, no cake and buns.
We even placed the buns on his tables but he never looked up and left without even looking at the others and left home early as well. was the letter this big mistake?
That evening I threw away the three specially baked buns into the garbage, yelled ever so loud in the mirrors and cried curled up in my pillow.
My flowers wilted before they could bloom,
I wasn't even given a chance to........
The next morning,
my eyes are swollen, I can't smile, my head hurts, and my throat is constantly dry. I look up to see Mr Edgar smiling and being pushed inside the cafe by someone, they seem close. He is laughing nervously, furrowing and angry as well. he has so many emotions on his face.
one person and so many emotions. one person and so many faces.
I still can't understand him after so many years. I thought I knew him a little.
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