One More Gift

Whatcha doin’ Fred, arrived as a shout
across the Mall foyer, folks checking out
left overs from Boxing Day sales.
Tile floor shining and resonating with the click
of stilettos scratching the floor, muscled
calves prepared to shop until they dropped.

Fred nodded as he bit into the last of
an A&W burger, smacking lips
and pawing his beard with greasy fingers. His
stare took in his friend’s features
especially the funny looking crew cut
trying to look twenty years younger; a mess.

The Mall had less late night shoppers from
just days ago; last minute gift chasing.
Now a few decorations were just an echo
of excitement when swift moving forms rushed
like cattle heading for what could be
classified as a favourite watering hole.

© Richard L. Provencher