
No One Listens to Geraldo
Geraldo wanted her to listen to him. He wanted her attention. He stood there with his pants held by a rope where a belt is normally worn, the pants hanging on his lower waist, the hem wrinkled around his ankles showing only the tips of his dusty shoes. His white shirt was fatigued and grey colored, unbuttoned to his mid chest. His pearl grey … Continue reading No One Listens to Geraldo