Sylvia's allergies were agitated
with an early spring.
Upon entering the restaurant
the aroma from overcooked fish
took her to her knees.
The stink wafted
through the eatery.
She swooned and a stranger,
drenched in All Spice,
kept her from hitting the floor.
She reached for her husband but
the dung at the bottom of his boot
overwhelmed her and she vomited
all over his feet.
He decided they shouldn’t stay
to celebrate their anniversary
that night.
The next evening she pointed
to a Red Lobster sign
he made a quick turn leaving
a dust trail through the parking lot
His face was flushed and the little vein
on his temple looked like it would explode.
The truck rocked when he slammed the door
he was up the steps and couldn’t hear her
when she hissed, “Jack A**.”
She reached for her purse, pulled out her keys
slid into the driver’s seat and drove away.
"He can celebrate our anniversary without me,"
she cried.
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