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Another Slipped Stitch

by @d-simpson

Wednesday: A movie theater at around six o'clock with beer and a movie for only five bucks. (Who could resist such a deal?) As I stood in a line to buy myself a drink, I observed the other people. Mostly couples. A couple families. Probably a few small groups of friends. But no one else alone, as far as I could tell. So I paid for my drink and returned, alone, to my seat. Then, just before the feature: A woman turned my way, as if she had something to tell me; but instead she spoke to some guy standing just over my shoulder: "Oh, honey-pie, my dear! You were almost late to the show!" I laughed on the inside, finished my beer, and left. Thursday: Sunset in the marsh; sitting on a bench with a bottle of wine to keep me company. A woman walked by, and couldn't bare to look me in the eye. She tripped over her dog while trying to ignore my existence; and, after apologizing to the animal (what a human thing to do!) she turned towards me, blushing. I laughed and I smiled but she grew more red in response. Then she hurried along, leaving me alone to drink.
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