An event I submitted some twelve months ago. I dug it out of the vault and now resubmit it with some needed changes.
The Kiss.
He sat down to his usual morning
coffee, at the same café he had
used for more years than he cared
to remember.
She was sitting at a corner table
near the window. A beam of red
light shone through one of the
large letters of Café Lé Bon Bon
embossed on the window.
It sought her out; spotlighting
her b*****s blood red against
the whiteness of her blouse.
He averted his gaze and looked
at a face that was still attractive.
A face that spoke no words, but
radiated volumes.
There was a look of remembered
events upon her flushed cheeks,
confirmed by the slightest of smiles
on her red glossed lips.
He guest her age to be that of
about forty. Her figure, somewhat
to plumpness, but attractively so.
It was a desirable plumpness.
Smartly dressed in business
costume of charcoal gray pin stripe,
the jacket unbuttoned for comfort.
Sensible shoes drew attention
to her still shapely ankles.
She was aware that other eyes
were looking at her; eyes hidden
behind newspapers or raised
empty cups.
The bell above the café door
jangled. The woman looked to
see who had entered, and her
smile increased.
Their kiss lasted longer than
mere friendship; and in that
kiss it was all said.
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