a saturday story

Something I wrote yesterday afternoon... we all need a short story now and then... detoured track of a steady course I’m in love with a woman that hates the word love and says there’s no such thing as a promise. I first saw Josephine on the Wildwood boardwalk. It was a cool night after a hot summer day. The scent of salt water and dry seaweed mixed with funnel cake and french fries. If you don’t know Jersey, I guess that sounds kind of...
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