They were going to hem and haw and huff and pout and stare.
She knew, already, from little-disguised cold shoulders
And from frowns
And neighbors’ glare,
That there will be no escaping their displeasure,
Even though they did not explicitly say,
Or outright forbid
Or demand that she
She had no doubt that there will nonetheless be some community hell
So might as well she do things as her heart designed,
And let her spirit play.
The vivid laughter of her soul
On full display.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: vivid in 89 words