
Say Something
We’re eating breakfast,
and can I hear
the clock tick.
You have to say something, I say.
I’ve interrupted his
bread and cheese, and he says
in that way he has about him,
Something.
Why?
And I tell him I have to
write something.
With dialogue.
He finishes his coffee,
licks his fingers, and then
just grins at me.
Photo by insung yoon on Unsplash. An exercise in dialogue. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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