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July 25th, 2006

One Blueberry Muffin

“You’re two hours late!!!”
“I know. I’m sorry. I was baking…”
“You made me wait because you were baking?!?”
“It was my first time…I brought you some to try…”
A withering look. “Maybe you should just go home.”
Later, she had a bite of the muffin he left behind. And found one sparkly ring inside.
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July 6th, 2006

A Sign

Ron walked dejectedly down the cold blustery beach. He debated proposing to Dora. He was poor, can’t even buy her a decent ring. Her family disliked him.
He saw a tiny glint a few steps away. He picked it up and cleaned the sand off.
It was a gold ring, its precious stone long gone.

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June 19th, 2006

Good Night, My Love

In the pale semi-light of our bedroom, I could just make out her shadow. The gentle curve of her hips dipping into her waist. Her dark hair.
The room was still. Only the slow rhythm of her sleep broke the silence.
I watched her for a time, at last drifting off to join her.

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May 4th, 2006

The First Vow

Sarah shuffled slowly down the beach, remembering. It was here that they first met and made the promise to return when each was free to marry.
This was the first year she came back, though her beloved Sam had died years ago.
She looked up, heart pounding. There, waiting for her, was her first love.

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April 20th, 2006

Touched

I lay awake, curled on my side. Under the sheet and comforter I am cold. She is there, mere inches away, but I cannot feel her.
I am alone. I cannot sleep. My mind races.
Then, silently, her foot brushes against my leg. Accident or not, it is the touch that sets my soul free.

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April 6th, 2006

A Man of Few Words

“The usual.” He said from behind his newspaper.
Pancakes, bacon and black coffee. It’s always the same every morning. Then a generous tip, and he was gone.
“Handsome man, but what a cold character,” the waitress mused.
“Will I ever have the courage to ask her out?” he wondered on his way out the door.

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