Stranger at a Wedding

After her sister’s autumn wedding, we stood by the skeletal willow trees, interrogating each other. Dreams we had meshed into a topic of conversation.

A red dress hugged her curvy thighs, trailing beneath her sun-kissed knees.

Meant to be? I’ll know more than I want to in a year or so. I’ll check off getting off with her on my bucket list.

(© 2022 AC)

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