Triage
Robert Kingston
these interruptions
that start her tears
Spring rain
We had been walking in the woods before opting for the patio at the old café beneath the arches. The sea playing a soft rendition of a Chopin nocturne between the morning traffic holds some kind of draw. Our regular waitress, after setting our tray down on the table, asks if everything is okay. Placing a hand on her arm, I mention all is fine as a seal pops its head above a wave.
Post-treatment
A sugar lump in her tea
Disappears
New work from Robert Kingston, something to stretch your brain...
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