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Haibun
Gradually
"Tell the one
about..." that is the way it started. She would lean toward me
smiling. "Tell the one about the train wreck," she would say or,
"Tell the one about skinny dipping." Of course I was flattered.
It was obvious she adored me. Then, so gradually I didn't even
notice, her tone changed. She would lean away from me
frowning... "Not the one about the train wreck again..." or,
"not the one about skinny dipping..." and that is the way it
ended...so gradually I didn't even notice.
distant
train whistle
my ears perk up
Doris Kasson
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