She’d noticed the young man watching,
his interest greater than
he wanted her to believe.
He held a desperate glint in his eyes,
a purpose to fulfill
that blinded him to other suffering.
It reminded her of her husband.
Her weary heart broke a little
as she purposely turned away
from her wares,
rummaging in bags behind
for longer than was needed
and pretending to not hear
the telltale chink of a
weapon being snatched away.
Perhaps it would serve him better
than it had her beloved.
Scribbled Thoughts 