Party of One


She didn’t mind eating alone at restaurants.

But the way people stared at her was unkind. She could hear them whispering: what a loser, no date, not even a friend to join her?

And the snobbing tone of the hostess asking: just one? Not to mention the look on the waiter’s face, as if he pitied her.

But no matter, she would make herself comfortable, order whatever she liked, and enjoy every bite.

Assuming the food was good. Otherwise, the next day her restaurant review in the paper would not mince words.


© 2018 magicofwords


You said you miss those times when I used to be all about roses, butterflies, and rainbows. Oh, but I still am. Except I’ve grown to see that roses have thorns and sometimes butterflies have broken wings. Even rainbows have shades of gray. Yet they are perfectly beautiful just as they are.

© 2018 magicofwords

Author’s Note: this piece was inspired by a fellow poet and follower who said he sometimes misses my earlier writings. Thank you for being there on my journey.