I missed last week, and this week’s entry to the Friday Fictioneers is light at a mere 41 words. But I really, really mean them.
when the chairs are folded
and the stands laid flat
and every last instrument
is fitted forever
each to their own velvety case
and the night quiets to crickets
and jasmine blooms unscented on sleeping wind
i will love you
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