A Disappointing Day

If they hadn’t asked her

to smell the nice scent.

If she hadn’t remembered

the scent from before.

There would have been 

no screams, no stamping 

up and down on the trolley.

The nurse would still 

have her cap on

and the doctor would have

no fist or feet marks

on his white coat,

no red hand mark

on his pale cheek.

There would have been

no shock, horror reports

to those who had put away

Red Riding Hood

and were waiting

anxiously for news

of their little girl.

But they did ask her.

They did ask her.

The scent wasn’t nice.

She knew it.

And there was no ice cream

afterwards either.

They’d lied about that

as well.

A disappointing day.



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