Mia finally arrived at the bookstore only to discover the poetry
reading was over. Presenters had been scheduled between the hours of 2 and 4
p.m. She glanced at her watch. It was 3:30, but Mia’s car had broken down. It
was too late to call anyone for a ride, so she had decided to walk the three
miles. Better late than never.
Mia set up her display glad the podium, microphone, and
chairs were still in place. While customers browsed the store she set out books,
business cards, and flyers. Mia was prepared to perform. She had practiced her
poems over and over, and so she began.
“Good afternoon, everyone, I hope you are enjoying your day
of shopping. I am sorry I am a late reader, but I have a treat for you. I am
going to read from my collection of poems.”
As Mia’s voice flowed out into the room listeners shifted
toward it and took seats as close to her as they could manage so they could hear
every melodic syllable. Mia’s voice captivated everyone in the store and
because it was a warm day the doors were left open. Little rivulets of Mia’s musical
sound floated out the door where a crowd had gathered, and they too entered the
shop. Seats filled quickly.
When Mia finished reading the audience clapped loudly. People
stood. Comments flew, “Magical! Profound! Joyous!”
“Thank-you, thank-you!” Mia was delighted. It was not a common occurrence to have a
standing ovation at a poetry reading. Alex, the store manager, told her she was
welcome back any time and to bring more books. They were flying off the shelf.
Mia awoke to the loud ringing of the phone. “Mia, where are you! It’s me, Patsy! We are all here at Copperfield’s! Get down here! You are late!”
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| Amber, Patsy, Barb Moehring, Barb Toboni (Mia) |
