Category: Whimsical

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A Short Story

Do you smoke? she asked.
Weed?
Yes.
No.
What then?
Cigars. Premium cigars.
That might be a deal-breaker, she said.
What deal?
Aren’t you looking for a relationship?
Not deliberately, he replied.
You’re not looking for love? she asked.
Is everybody?
Everybody I know, she said.
Everybody you know is without it? He asked.
Do you like me?
I don’t have much to go on. Why did you ask if I smoked weed?
We were talking about smoking, she said. Would it be a deal-breaker if I like weed?
Are we trying to make a deal? he asked.
What do you think? she asked.
Not any more.

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Ivory

IVORY

 

When I see those keys
grey-stained and worn
gaily played but
never more,
I hear her sing
her song to me
and it is late
 but ’tis not so
 to think of her,

 to hear her song,
one more time,  

hear her sing.
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