The Not so Cold Shoulder
A drum inside you beats deep and slow. The leather on your back firm as you watch a motion picture surround you. Taken by this current, you flow. A bump. An inner stillness ebbs along with the black car. Your driver speaks; not to you.
You are close and you inhale the anticipation like a freshly poured glass of red wine.
Whether you open the door to a mansion of roses or the wink of a street light; you have arrived.
Your shoulder is the first to peak out. Cold or ready to jump into fate's arms... it's all on you.