Carson stood alone in the den, raising his glass in silent tribute. His wife Jenny wouldn't understand. He'd never tell, the memory sacred. Forty-seven years to the day, and he could still taste the sweetness of summer when Marilyn's lips met his.
Showing posts with label silent celebrations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silent celebrations. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
First Kiss
Carson stood alone in the den, raising his glass in silent tribute. His wife Jenny wouldn't understand. He'd never tell, the memory sacred. Forty-seven years to the day, and he could still taste the sweetness of summer when Marilyn's lips met his.
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