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| Source: xymonau |
Champagne bubbles were illuminated by the full
moon overhead as Sam and Nora snuggled on a bench along the boardwalk, enjoying the sounds of the rolling surf.
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| Source: brainloc |
They touched the wine
flutes together with a clink. Nora found a tissue and wiped her teary eyes.
The moonlight glinted off Sam’s balding
head as he smiled.
“Oh, Nora! We’re not done yet,” he chuckled. Kissing her deeply, Sam stood and pulled Nora
to her feet. Another sound kiss all but cemented them both in place.
“Same time, same
place next year, Sam?” Nora smiled,
gazing up at Sam tenderly.
Sam nodded as they
broke their embrace, reluctantly pulling away.
As each headed off in
different directions to their respective spouses, Sam raised his glass. “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”
As the fog rolled in,
each disappeared into the shadows of their other lives.
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