An invitation to his imagining

He opened the fridge forcefully, she could hear the door swing a little too far hitting the counter.  She liked how he never moved slightly.

When they would share a beer together, and certain songs came on that he recognized he would laugh out loudly in delight “That’s the one!” She imagined this exclamation was an invitation to his imagining of something.

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This entry was published on October 14, 2013 at 1:35 pm and is filed under Fiction Writing by Jessie. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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