How odd, that the peonies didn't wilt, no music portending Death's arrival.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes, I am #single," I teased. "You took my husband two years ago."
He smiled, his gaze pensive. "How would you feel if this was our last dance?"
"You have to go away?"
"No, dear. You do." #vss365
4 months ago
