Waiting…
In today’s writing challenge, you’ll choose a scenario (or invent your own) and write a poem, a short story, a vignette, a scene, or flash fiction based on Nighthawks by Edward Hopper.
Soda man: “You folks shouldn’t fret too much. His home is on the other side of the town. When he reaches his home and hunts for the house keys in the bag, he will realise that he has the wrong bag and will scramble back here in a jiffy”.
Man next to the woman: “Well, all we can do now is sit here and wait… It’s quite late already, how long is ‘jiffy’?”
Soda man: “Considering that it’s too late to get any bus, he will have to walk here and it could be another half hour.”
Woman to the man next to her: “To think that I had only gone to the powder room for a few minutes and my bag disappears… I still can’t understand how my bag could be mistaken for the gentleman’s case.”
Soda man: “That’s Mr P… Done this many times… When in a tipple and otherwise…”
The mystery man who had kept quiet till then: “Taken my case home too, a couple of times…He is quite absent-minded and … quite quirky…”
Ye folks who sit next to the man
In the train or bus or a restaurant,
Look out for your bag and umbrella;
Though P may not be a bad fella,
He mistakes your things for his own;
Absent-mindedness with age has grown,
He finishes your drink leaving his half-drunk for you;
Be careful he could use your tooth-brush too!
Ye folks be mindful when P is around,
A quirkier person, can’t be found.
Dear Mr. P, I never knew a quirky person like you!
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Yes Sheenmeem, his life is one quirky mess! He thrives on quirks 😀
He thanks you for your comment.
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