Day 5 and yet another instalment of NaPoWriMo.
Pressing the flesh
“Lesson one
Get out there;
be visible;
look ‘em in the eye;
flash ‘em a smile;
press the flesh.”
Perfect teeth
gleamed through
a lips only smile.
He gripped my hand
in his, cold and wet
“Watch and learn.”
Working the room
he held their gaze
and pressed the flesh
not noticing they
wiped their hands
as he walked away.
