IT BEGAN with a kiss. Not a passionate embrace but a soft brush on the cheek.
The feeling of warmth and love from an old friend lingered on beyond the dream and well into the following days …
Like a little seed, the feeling grew and grew until I longed to be with my old friend. All the while, I thought to myself how sublime that Cupid should strike without even so much as the presence of one who I hadn’t heard from in years …
The phone call came three weeks later. He came round for a few beers and we shared stories. He’d sent me a distress flare of sorts three weeks earlier, he said. Yes, I definitely got the message, I said. And then the rest was history.
Copyright M K MacInnes 2018
M K MacInnes, writer 
Residual imagination really is worth a thousand words then …
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