Phone sale – Closing

I stare at the screen.

His last words are a slap. I agreed to the terms, the deal is closed… “Cassandra will be your coordinator from now on and answer your questions”…
My naked soul picks her clothes off the floor, clutching my heart so it doesn’t sink into the ground and disappear; she turns away from the screen head bowed in shame as my mind tells her how stupid she is.

 I need to sew another button.

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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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