He Was Not Generous

Beware of Sleeping in a College Library

“You look like hell,” the guy said.

I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly.

“What did you say?” I asked.

I had fallen asleep at the library.

“I said you look like hell.”

He was the guy who shelved books.

“Did you say hell or health?”

I couldn’t tell what the guy had said.

“I said you look like HELL!”

The guy had hatred in his eyes.

“What did you say?”

I really couldn’t understand him.

“You are crazy. Go see a doctor.”

I didn’t even think to say f- you.

Then I remembered the jazz.

I felt a sensation to move,

do something, talk to someone.

I leapt out of my chair

energized to talk to someone.

Thanks to Ravyne Hawke for the prompt of the day.