Remembering an Afternoon Picnic Near Steyning
It smells of summer, he says.
Greenish.
We’re sitting at the edge of a field,
our feet soaking in a creek, and we’re
eating cheese and chutney sandwiches.
Drinking milky tea straight from a flask.
And I want this moment to last.
Beyond forever.
A Quadrille for Valentine’s Day. Photo by Kiriakos Verros on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
Oh, god, not you n’all!
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Not in the least n’all. It’s for those who do. Our anniversary is in a few days, and we’ll just do a nice medium rare steak at home, but no gifts. There’s enough crappy stuff in this house to dust already.
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All we’re going to do is run a few errands. But that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Forever.
Nice work, Misky.
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We don’t do Valentine’s Day. Mr M says it’s a commercial nonsense. Our anniversary is in a few days though, and we’ll have a nice meal somewhere. No gifts though. We don’t need more stuff.
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Thank you, KH.
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