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He arrived surrounded by white plastic bags. Handed him a cup of coffee and ushered him into the other room. A huge platter of a variety of cheesecakes stood at attention on the table. The holiday music began moving about. The guest begin arriving with pots of chili, sandwhiches, and baked lasagna. The dull clinking of plastic glasses. Tequila scorching the soul's winter frost.
Wanted to stay, but..., into the frosty night, looks back to see glowing silohuettes in the window, maybe next year...the bus no where in sight and she feels the frost returning.
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1 comment:
Cheesecake! I don't miss hearing "holiday" music. Although I do like that "Charlie Brown" X-mas song.
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