By Jayne Thickett
I was older than you; I had a child, a life mapped already. But you taught me many things when you put your mouth on mine. Who I might have been or how the taste of cigarettes and alcohol can be sweet. The years have been long since that hour and I have forgotten your face but not the smell of you. We were inexorable, you said. But you were off by about a lifetime. Be there earlier next time before your seat is taken. Ask them to play our song and you can put your mouth on mine once again.
Really enjoyed this little heart-warming tale.
Wow! strong story gently written. can feel the mc’s passion and restraint.
Wonderful. Poetic. Touching. Memorable.
That’s beautiful.
Thanks for all the wonderful comments.
Beautifully written, Jayne. Captivating.
This story is like a song in itself. Loved it very much Jayne.