“Thanks For the Tea, Poco”
the yellow spheres- Screech! I felt it.
- lick at his sore feet
- Thanks for the tea, Poco
- back door moments
“Thanks for the tea, Poco.”
I drained my mug, got up from the table, and was out the back door moments before Poco’s uncle Pico pulled up out front. Pico slammed on the brakes — Screech! I felt it. I shimmied over the fence and beat feet.
In the alley, an old wino let a mongrel lick at his sore feet. I left them to it.
Poco’s aunt Paca would be just finishing up her lesson at the tennis court. I pictured her in a short white dress, as the yellow spheres ricocheted all around her. Then she felt like stretching…
Back door moments, indeed.