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Blessing
It was a routine dinner appointment or so I tried telling myself, suppressing any rising excitement, so disappointment would not rule. A yellow bud guessing at the bond, while I denied acknowledgement
A tiny booth, carpet a bit frayed and worn, as dim lights cast an unromantic gloom, giving the room a unexpectedly careworn look, but for the lively band that boomed the “oldies” with the fervour of a newborn
Repeatedly we filled a chit to request one long-lost song after another, our toes tapping a lively beat, infused with zest to live in the present those verses composed in another era, but now a gift which blessed ~Glowing Embers~ |
