PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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             PICK UP

‘Nine o’clock’ he said, ‘pick you up at nine’.

Time now ? Nine fifteen, typical, late again in a world of his own, why did I marry him ?

I’ve told him off every time, fat difference that makes, still late.

Nine forty five. Is he angry with me, got a grudge, punishing me? Won’t talk about his feelings so I have to guess.

It’s eleven –he’s been in a car crash ? – oh please no, no, no, too awful.

Hear that – it’s the honk of the car horn.

Thank God, he’s here now.