he can't stop coughing,
but they can't stop smiling.
jordan takes her hand and they dance around their bedroom.
"i've never asked. where did you learn to dance?" she questions through her smiling.
"my sister taught me. she was the sugar plum fairy in the nutcracker about fifteen years ago," he replies, and twirls her some more.
lainie laughs and laughs, and for a moment, he isn't sick,
and they are forever.
but just for a moment.
YOU ARE READING
his queen
Poetry"i wish i were a princess." "my darling, you're a queen." -- completed #241 in short story (sept 6th 2018) #1 in #forevermore (oct 25th 2018) #4 in #doubt (jan 1st 2019) #3 in #prose (feb 19th 2021) 100k reads (may 12th 2019) 175k reads (aug 27th 20...
