Social Sway by Anita Hotty - WordPress.com

Curvature oneThe two of us catch each other almost instinctively glancing about thecut throat DiaMonDs before us. Wife? stops lapping at her water dish.Indeed. There are a few of them scowling in our direction. I pull upmy panties. Wife? comes out from under the table. I walk back to mycold coffee with my head trailing ashamedly below me. I am nowafraid again. I grab my jacket. Pause. I am afraid to look back. If I dowill I turn into salt?I drop a twenty on the table after shuffling into my purse for whatfeels like a good long drawn out hour – or even more! Wife? andHusband? quickly scurry past me. I wonder if they left a tip too?When I look up at them their heads are surprisingly pointed confidentlyahead of them. I feel a flash of pride whisk by me. Do they have noshame?I choose to linger for an invite as I stand there waiting for them to lookover at me as they cross my path along the sidewalk. I don’t even seethem. Sadly I realize that they have no intention of acknowledgingthe intensity of our moment. Their poise asserts the brutal truth oftheir DIAmonD nature.Snots! I distastefully hiss under my breath. I defiantly imitate theirconfidence and leave the café vowing never to return again.I am one of them now. A diAMond. One shiny d…I?amond in a garbagebag. I’m not sure? Can you tell?**I predict that only the educated commoners will find the hiddenmeaning in my sweet last liners…One last time: A diAMond. Oneshiny d…I?amond in a garbage bag…LOOK 22