• Jason D Geary


He recognised her laugh. The distinctive uncontrolled upward trill. It was the laugh he took pride in drawing from her.

It was truth and joy. Trust and intimacy. Gift and reward. Something usually reserved for him.

He took his coffee from the barista and curiously walked toward the sound. It was she. Sitting on an oversized couch laughing. Hand in hand with another man.


© Jason D Geary

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