We were kids once.
Not together, but from separate worlds and homestead communities.
I’ll never forget the day we met.
I sneezed in class and unintentionally shot a booger into another student’s hair.
She laughed raucously and we never stopped after that.
It’s been years since that introduction and now we reside in a little dewdrop of a hideaway cabin, just uphill from the gorging river.
It was her idea to pick such a location, and with me being such a nature enthusiast I didn’t object.
We don’t yet have a family, but we keep plenty busy with our idyllic lifestyle and humbly mischievous golden retriever named Rover Cleveland.
(Photo taken by me.)
© Eric Keegan
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Hi Eric
That’s a sweet (hi)story – and the photo of the cabin makes me want to have a summer house in the back garden.
My wife and I have been together since grammar school days – about 53 years.
Cheers
Steve
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Hi Steve!
It’s actually a quick fiction prompt, but my fiancee and I are huge fans of the outdoors. Wouldn’t having a place like that be amazing?? Wow, congratulations! That’s incredible! True romantic sweethearts.
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Hi Eric
sounded probable to me –
I made one error of judgment – therefore Antiques & Curios
Steve
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No worries at all! Really excited to read more of your writing once the new collection comes out.
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Too funny! Is that nonfiction or fiction?! 🙂
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Haha thanks! This is fictional, but we do love the outdoors. The cabin in the picture is from a camping trip went on in upstate New York last year.
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Nice! Great post
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Thank you so much!
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Hi Eric
I poem I have written today. I must find out the photos.
Palm Springs Marilyn
(California, 2013)
across the arid land and into
ice-mist sprayed Palm Springs,
mountains frame the place,
a golfer’s slow-baked resort
and find her today, giant Marilyn,
for there she stands
with her billowy attire, a blown-up
freeze-frame, buff legs, that sexy
stance, the white high heels and knickers
display that her rounded backside,
step inside, between her slim legs,
and for a while, you can be smoking Joe,
chalky Arthur and, boss-eyed Jack,
take a while to caress her curvy calves,
then stand looking up at her ivory crotch
in time-honoured tourist fashion you
take some snaps, she doesn’t move, but
do it before she is shipped off to show it all
again in a northern lake-city whose mighty
gusts can blow a dress up right over
your goddam head
Cheers
Steve
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WHOA! Talk about nostalgia, vicious unrelenting lust, and a poker table’s cloud of cigarette smoke all rolled up into one! There is an actual statue of her in Palm Springs, FL?
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Eric,
Is there a Palm Springs FL? This one was a huge thing in California – Attack of the 50-foot woman big, even biglier than anything Trump has seen or shagged – it was doing a tour of the US – Chicago was is next destination.
Steve
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I believe so! I could be wrong though, it sounds familiar in the Florida area. Hahaha that’s quite the image! Have fun in Chicago, I’ve always wanted to go there.
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pleased ignore any errors – still a WIP
Steve
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