You took my hand in one of yours and set my drink down with the other. And then we slow danced to Billie Holiday–me in the only dress I owned, purchased especially for the occasion, and you in a vintage suit. I was enveloped by a drunken bliss. The song ended and you disappeared.
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Lumberjack
Posted in 50 words, tagged jennie p. on September 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
