The Flirt
The Flirt
Artwork and original whimsical poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2025, inspired by an evocative minimalist chalk drawing
He sits there motionless, cigarette in his hand burning slowly - not that he seems to care.
Through his dark shades, is he watching her watch him across the room in a Parisienne Cafe?
Through his dark shades, is he watching her watch him across the room in a Parisienne Cafe?
He is nursing a Rémy Martin on the rocks; The man's got style, she muses, ‘Is he out for a fling?’
Is he really scouting me out, she wonders? Or is he just lost in his thoughts oblivious to everything?
'Does he not know that I'm engaged?' she wonders, touching her solitaire as she sips her Stella
Right on cue he puts the Cognac to his lips and drains it bottoms up. Hmm, what a strange fella!
‘Will that be all for today?’, asks the Maître d'hôtel, ‘See you same time tomorrow again?’
‘À demain, monsieur!’, he nods in reply. Then he sauntered off with his white mobility cane 🦯

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