“I want a soda,” I say. "Diet."
You grin.
A soda?
I like the way you know what I mean.
Like yes be bad
But then not too bad.
It’s love to know that.
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F Cade Swanson
Queer dad from Virginia now living and writing in the Pacific Northwest. Dad poems, sad poems, stories about life. Read more at fcadeswanson.com
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CHAPTER 15 I pulled up in front of Sandy’s a little early, so I texted Becca again and left a message for Sharon, hoping she had a good day and I’d see her tomorrow. Two cars pulled into Sandy’s driveway. I don’t know why I was surprised to see another man with her. We’d been apart for two years and I certainly didn’t waste any time getting back on the horse.
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Hi FC ~ So glad I've just discovered your 'Original' Quirky offerings among the many snippers with sharp scissor among us. If you can make 'Soda/and Car Keys' interesting I will be following you. *I've subscribed with pleasure. Jay, Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -
Nice arrangement of details and emotions!