Blessings In Disguise
They sat on the stairs waiting, shoulders touching. Listening to him intently, and loving the warmth of his body next to hers. It was serendipitous she’d locked herself out of the apartment as he was coming home from work. She smiled, remembering.
“You ok?” He had said as he stood outside his door watching her struggle with her door.
“Yes, fine” she had responded, not wanting him to see how frustrated she was.
“You’re locked out, aren’t you?” He said with a smile on his face. “I’ll call a locksmith for you.”
“Not necessary” she said. Embarrassed at her own incompetence. This was not how it was supposed to be. She’d had a much better idea in her head how it would be when they finally met.
But she thought, “It is a moon wrapped up in brown paper.” Sometimes blessings come in disguise.
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Bjorn is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse and his prompt is a line from the poem Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy - “It is a moon wrapped up in brown paper.” We are to use it in our piece of Prosery (flash fiction). No more than 144 words excluding the title.