By Jeanpaul Mazlymian
A car sits in an empty lot
On a cool autumn night
Two people sit inside
Silently awaiting a sound
“I’ll drive you home,” he tells her
They drive for a while
On the lonely roads
With dim street lights
He stops at a house
In a quiet suburb
She steps out the car
Shivers from the cold
And walks along a path
To enter an unlit doorway
© Jeanpaul Mazlymian
Undivided Magazine 