(Writer's Cramp co-win, A Story-Poem Contest honorable mention)
“Just a second.” She hollered.
I waited with baited breath.
For in the years since I’d met her
I’d learned what she meant instead.
So I sat myself a sit-down
As easy as you please.
No mall shopping frenzy
Would bring me to my knees.
The bargains were a wonder.
Each store blared something more.
My wife was in a hurry to collect
What others left strewn on the floor.
“I’ll be just a second.”
She pleaded with pure female honesty.
I couldn’t help but admire
The way she pushed others around with a quick squeeze.
Shop owners were a struggling
Pushing everyone out their doors.
“It’s Christmas Eve, we’ve closed. Oh please,
Go home we really must now implore.”
“Just a second.” was my wife’s battle cry.
She hung in there to the last.
She reached for another present
While waving her last wave of holiday cash.
The cobwebs were growing cobwebs
On my bald old pate, by then it was true.
I was going nowhere fast
I was stuck in pure honey-do.
She piled on the presents
I was hard-pressed to see o’or.
Then she was off again to shop
with my credit card a 24/7 discount store.
“Just a second.” I watched her eyes fill with glee.
There wasn’t another customer shopping around
To slow down her fevered intensity.
Her pockets, she stuffed, pounding them into the ground.
“Just one second.” I interrupted.
I was getting into this game.
“It’s now Christmas past. Stop at last. Take lot. Count the cost.
Shopping next year this early is just way too much male holiday pain.'
Entry to "The Writer's Cramp" daily contest
1000 word limit short story or
40 line limit poem
based on contest prompt