A Cool Evening After a Storm

As the crickets sang and the cicadas growled, he took a sip of his tea.

“What a lovely night,” he said as he pulled her closer.

“Three days of over one hundred degree heat, and now this. A quick storm and it’s suddenly sixty.”

“Cardigan weather.”

“Hot tea weather.”

She smiled and put her arm around him.

“The moon is full.”

“I noticed.”

She put her head on his shoulder.

“What do you want to do with the rest of our night?’ he asked.

“Dunno. Something wonderful, inspiring, magic, something that I’ll want to tell my friends about, my sisters, my grandchildren.”

“That’s a pretty big order,” he responded with a smile.

He got up and went inside for a minute, and as he came back out Frank started playing from the record player.

She looked up at him, his face barely visible in the light of the full moon, and his contagious smile made her heart jump. He reached his hand out.

“Care to dance?”


8 responses to “A Cool Evening After a Storm

  1. Oh my gush! This is soooooooooooo sweet and amazing!! =]

  2. *sigh* I need someone to assure me that love like this isn’t just in stories… You tug at my heart every time you post. It makes me crazy in a weird way. 🙂

  3. Ok, Dennis. You’ve just been tweeted. I’ve never tweeted another blog. Now quit messing with my bitter and cynical heart. :op (PS… “teaps” on twitter…. you can get there from my blog)

  4. I am loving these short moments…your writing is magical!

  5. I want to be her. I want him to be mine. I look forward to your posts. The couple you paint, they are hopeful and happy and comfortable with each other in a way that makes me feel like I am in on the nicest secret. I’m so glad I found your blog. Thank you.

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