Whatcha doin’ Fred, arrived as a shout
across the Mall foyer, folks checking out
leftovers 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 with less late night shoppers from
just days ago; last minute gift chasers.
Now remaining decorations an echo
of excitement when folks rushed like cattle
heading for a classy watering hole
where the best bargains glittered for all.
Finally, an answer for the man with
inquisitive lips, waiting for my busy wife,
she’s out there somewhere making sure
no bargains are left unnoticed. Before the
Mall lights dimmed, a brief kiss
then hand in hand Fred and his lady left.
© Richard L. Provencher