talked of adventures…

they’d talk till all hours of the night…he held onto her every word…listening like it would be her last…

and she liked that someone would listen to her…ex-husband didn’t…nor did former lovers…she did as she was told…never questioned…

he offered something new…intellectual stimulation…they’d talk about books…jazz…old movies…art…he’d tell her ’bout trips to Spain…and nights in Paris…talked of adventures…

she liked what he had to say…took her away from her humdrum life of factory work…tv soap operas…Lifetime movies…she dreamed of a traveling life…going places that she could only dream about…only dream about…

maybe that’s why she kept him ’round…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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