Lunch Hour, #17

Putting the key into the ignition, I realize it has been seven days since I’ve driven. On State Route 270 the only car in sight is passing, we nod and share a wave. Arriving in town I take a walk on Main Street. It’s hard to believe it is a weekday lunch hour. I walk by two people and keeping our distance we nod and share a smile. I pause gazing up and down the street. Across the way there is the sudden sound of a door closing. The proprietor engages the lock.

Twist of a key ring
Echoes up and down the street…
A choir of bells 

4 thoughts on “Lunch Hour, #17

  • April 5, 2020 at 4:44 pm
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    🌷Thanks, Joe.

    • April 8, 2020 at 9:15 pm
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      You are welcome Sheila, I appreciate the rose!

  • April 5, 2020 at 5:52 pm
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    I like the shot of an empty main street along with you words about walking down the street all by yourself.

    • April 8, 2020 at 9:18 pm
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      Thank you Bob for sharing how this post presented itself to you.
      In appreciation,
      Joe

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