The car was filled with plans and beachwear. Midsummer is herring, friends and snaps.
Summer lay ahead of me.
The reggae music couldn’t hide the beating rhythm of the windshield wipers. I turned up the volume.
“No woman no cry”. Bob Marley wailed.
I pressed the call button and music muted.
Her voice filled the car.
“Where are you?”
Seconds passed. I had grown used to silence.
“I have other plans, have a wonderful midsummer and kiss the kids from me.” (Lies.) She sighed
“… and weather is bad.”
She had been right, you cannot just be friends.
Midsummer is coming up with all the usual plans. Weather is always an issue and this is what my muse whispered.
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June 21, 2017