Poets United has morphed into
Poets and Storytellers, thanks to
the efforts of Rosemary Nissen-Wade
and Megaly Guerrero. Today, for
Writers Pantry #3, I offer a snippet
Submitted to Poets and Storytellers
January 10, 2020
It had always been there, the moustache, from the day she first met him in the parking lot of the apartment building where she’d just moved. So dapper, with the touch of gray at his temples and the pencil-thin, carefully trimmed moustache. She was immediately enamored. Soon they were dating, and in seven short months they were married. Life proceeded at a rapid pace, and now they were in a new home with two children.
One day she suddenly wondered just what he’d look like without his moustache. And so, she began her campaign to encourage him to shave it off. He was resistant for some time, but eventually, in the habit of all husbands seeking relief from a determined wife, one day he divested himself of that bit of hirsute magic that had attracted her in the first place.
He appeared at the breakfast table, a stranger with a naked upper lip. Oh sure, the distinguished gray was still at the temples, but something important was missing. She placed before him, as she had done every day for five years, two eggs sunny side up, toast and crisp bacon. She poured his coffee and quietly remarked, “Thank you, dear. You can grow it back now.”