December Dream
“Don’t take pictures.”
“Okay.”
“I said don’t take pictures.”
“Why?”
“I look bad in photos.”
“That makes sense. Cameras just can’t capture your beauty; they break and produce bad pictures.”
>From where I’m standing, nobody’s coming up from either side of the bridge. Tonight, at this hour, the bridge is ours.
“I love these manly things you do.”
“How?”
“Just the way you wrap your arms around my waist and pull me close.”
“What if your phone dies? How will I talk to you?”
“No problem. Like Chico and Diane, we’ll stare at the moon at 11 and talk.”
“Have you eaten these before? This green leaf?”
“No.”
“They’re delicious. I ate them a lot when I was a kid. Here, try some.”
“Who were they?”
“My soldier friend and his fiancée. They got engaged two weeks ago.”
“Let’s get engaged too.”
“Would a colorful nail polish fix it for you?”
“If we don’t go here, they’ll catch us. In this snow? Come on. Nobody’s around.”
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