A Night on the Town
The morning air blew softly as I rose on that Monday morning. It had been a long weekend but now it was time for work. Well kind of, I first had to start on the laundry and see the little ones off. Business as usual, I started dinner early knowing it’d be a late night. My black heels were neatly placed on the wooden desk and I spent hours searching for that little black dress I knew the boys would howl over. As the day dragged on, the sun finally setting and my night had just begun. I hopped in my daddy’s Lincoln and went to get the girls. We stopped by that old juke joint on our way to the jazz club. After we had danced the night away, we decided to call it quits.
On my way out the door, I caught sight of a vision of excellence. With his tall posture and shining golden sax, this strong and uncontrollable gravitational pull led me to his knees. He spoke to me. I hadn't the slightest idea what he said or even if he was speaking my language; all I knew was that he spoke to me. A terrifying blaze pounded in my chest and somehow landed in my center. I quickly fled.
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