Smirk

His primeval heart found beauty in the chaos of hurricanes or the simple patter of rain; gusts knocked the balance from his legs while lifting patio umbrellas toward the faces of him and a friend. Tents with cement weights slipped back, and had to be held down while legs scurried to move indoors: he had a spread smirk.

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1 comment so far

  1. Michelle Johnson on

    sounds like a wedding reception gone bad. 🙂 Nice write. Hope all is well.


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