Write a four line poem about: the flashback.
It's Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada and as a result the bakery was an absolute madhouse this morning. It was like the summer rush had come back for a visit, with people coming for their pies and pumpkin bread and croissants and cinnamon buns and other loaves.
I don't think I moved from the till for the first hour and a half.
It was good though. Definitely not used to that sort of craziness anymore, but it was good.
Looking forward to a Thanksgiving dinner with my family and Kat's brother's family tomorrow night.
I almost said a quiet dinner, but then, you know, I remembered Max and Natalie would be there.
Walking down the street
Hand in hand with his lover;
A car backfires
And he's running for cover