Close Sultry Fragile Whisper Pupils Moment of Tangency
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Tonight was a close and sultry night, and we sat out on the veranda taking in whatever cool wafted our way.
The last of the day’s butterflies were flying about, as we sipped our afternoon mochas, expertly made by the sweat of her brow.
We often recall how all this came about. We walked the same path each day but on opposite sides of the road. Our heads always down, our thoughts on the pupils we were to deal with that day.
Then something changed all that for us. Roadworks.
At first, they meant you had to cross to my side of the street, and we used the same footpath. We nodded and then whispered our hellos our thoughts still far from each other.
In time the roadworks necessitated we cross to your side of the street, and your pathway became our meeting place. I began to look for you. I was fragile, recently dumped; I didn’t know you were too.
Your eyelashes highlighted your amazing eyes, and I was drawn to them, and in time we found our emotions swaying towards each other.
As I finished my version of our story, you asked what had brought on this memory.
“I’ve been working on the wordle, Yves asked us to use “Moments of Tangency”, and I looked it up, and it was our story, though we happened, and in many instances, it doesn’t.”
“You’re a funny old sod aren’t you,” she said slipping her arm inside of mine.