Wednesday, September 23, 2015

First Kiss


Carson stood alone in the den, raising his glass in silent tribute. His wife Jenny wouldn't understand. He'd never tell, the memory sacred. Forty-seven years to the day, and he could still taste the sweetness of summer when Marilyn's lips met his.



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6 comments:

  1. KirSeptember 23, 2015 at 7:26 AM

    Oh! How I loved this! I tasted a sweet boy who taught me how.

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  2. Ann BennettSeptember 23, 2015 at 11:30 AM

    Quite a memory to commemorate. Good work.

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  3. DanaSeptember 23, 2015 at 8:26 PM

    This made me feel all warm and happy! Who doesn't love a first kiss?

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  4. JuliSeptember 23, 2015 at 9:01 PM

    OH! I love this. :)

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  5. kalpana solsiSeptember 24, 2015 at 6:32 AM

    Poor Jenny! She must be guessing. The first kiss ......very sacred.
    http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2015/09/i-am.html?m=1

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  6. Genna ClaireSeptember 24, 2015 at 8:34 AM

    An ode to a moment we only get once. I love this! Well done.

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