Widow Johnson and Old Man Whittiker

14 Apr

She visits old man Whittiker on invite, wearing clean well-worn clothes.

Her mischievous greeting smile and wrinkling forehead,

burrows of life, burrows of time, quickly disappears

as she walks through the door;

carrying a deck of cards and a cribbage board.


He could tell she played this game before.

They have coffee. They play cribbage. 15-2, 15-4,

15-6, and on and on it goes.

Up one side of the board and down the other

until he’s skunked.


Still counting each hole with one finger,

checking the peg’s last hole and repeating the score,

she takes his hand, pulls him up the stairs

winks at him singing quietly, but quite audibly,




Posted by on April 14, 2013 in AARP, Erotica, Humor, Mill Street, poems, Poetry


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14 responses to “Widow Johnson and Old Man Whittiker

  1. ZQ

    April 15, 2013 at 7:22 pm



  2. ZQ

    April 15, 2013 at 7:21 pm

    Thank you d’.


  3. Mama Zen

    April 15, 2013 at 6:28 pm

    What a hoot!


  4. dsnake1

    April 15, 2013 at 3:02 pm

    enjoyed the story! 🙂


  5. ZQ

    April 15, 2013 at 1:03 pm

    Hahaha Funny Lady. 🙂 Thanks for the visit.


  6. laughwithme45

    April 15, 2013 at 12:54 pm

    I’ve never played cribbage – didn’t know that’s how the game ended!


  7. ZQ

    April 14, 2013 at 10:43 pm

    Thank you 🙂


  8. Sara V

    April 14, 2013 at 10:18 pm

    Love this scene that you created, especially that winning ending 😉


  9. ZQ

    April 14, 2013 at 9:20 pm

    Oh my skipmars 🙂


  10. skipmars

    April 14, 2013 at 9:12 pm

    And I’m sure he was thinking, Winnah!


  11. ZQ

    April 14, 2013 at 9:10 pm

    🙂 🙂 🙂


  12. ZQ

    April 14, 2013 at 9:08 pm

    Neither did old man Whittiker… 🙂


  13. Kim Nelson

    April 14, 2013 at 7:48 pm

    So effectively told, this scene. I think I would be quite fond of that widow-woman~


  14. Serena

    April 14, 2013 at 6:39 pm

    What a lovely surprise… I wasn’t expecting the ending.



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