Who was that masked man waiting
one line over at the grocery?
He looked familiar.
He turned and she thought he smiled.
“Oh it’s you. Alister! Hello.”
“Had your second shot yet?”
“Yes…And you?” His line moved,
their pleasantries at an end.
While waiting for her On Demand
ride she froze. Had she greeted her
old friend by the wrong name?
Was he too polite to correct
her? What must he think? That she had
forgotten their halcyon tryst?
Why had she called him Alister?
Alister was her second cousin,
not this handsome old devil.
At least she thought this one was
handsome, she couldn’t tell. Agnes
smiled. And he remembered her…