He came through the door. Just after six. Like any other work-worn day.
He stooped to kiss her. Twirled her around the room.
I have a surprise for you.
He smiled. Handed her his package.
Like the lingering scent of bacon.
Its essence fluttered around her heart.
She was lost.
Would she ever find bottom in her plunge of love?
For MTM, who has endured more than his share of moody outbursts, tears and faltering confidence in recent weeks. His package cheered me.
Until next time.