She was an accident
waiting to happen, came the whispers.
Not the kind of woman you’d want
to be seen out with, muttered one Mack to another.
I always knew she’d wind up like this,
cried a woman, mirroring her own fears
to the crowd at large.
Yet it was the little boy
who noticed her shoes, fixated
on how beautiful they were,
how untouched,
and he would shock the leering mob
when he crossed the line,
tenderly removed one shoe,
then the other, and lay
his small, weeping face at her feet.
(Photo by Weegee)

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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