Finished, or so I thought

The visitors have left.

My office mates scramble into the conference room to feast on the bounty of treats. An assortment of sugar and starch, fresh fruit, and the largest grapes I've ever seen. My hand holds my second blueberry bagel slathered with freshly made cream cheese, a favorite combination I haven't enjoyed in over ten years I realize.

How a single taste sensation can bring back so many feelings.

Happier memories of happier times;
Of early morning walks to the local bagel shop, the morning fog. Our destination is hidden across the street, but I can smell my desire from where I stand.

She laughs at my eagerness.

Hearing the end of cars pass us by, I pull her free hand, the body follows as a cigarette dangles behind her like tail lights.

No like fireflies.


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