"Darling~ how much longer until we host?"
The voice of my ever questioning mer cut through the dust of the study.
"I told you dear, we'll host next month"
The foyer of this old home glowed in the twilight of the evening, the little trinkets we collected through years of being in this place were in severe need of a dusting. Mer always calls it "time-worn charm".
"Excellent! Ooh, do you think I should make those shortbreads?" She strode over towards my seat at the desk, leaning over my work.
"Oh course darling," I lifted my eyes from my manuscript, "they would go perfectly with that wine we've been saving".
"Perfect, I thought that bottle would never see the light of day again."
"Always the comedian, Mer"
" I'm happy I can knock the rust off your sense of humor sometimes."
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Life eternal
ChickLitTwo lovers dance in a ballroom, the light is casting through the windows and cutting through years of dust, are either of them actually there? This was written on impulse on the way to get my cat her meds on an impulse created by listening to "Life...
