............ in San Jose ............

Jeff and I sat talking at the table outside the cafe.
I had no idea what time it was.
My hands lay on the table a few inches from his.
Dark hairs curled on his wrists.
Our fingers were almost touching.

Simultaneously, we stopped talking
and looked at the table.

"I've got to get back to work ," he said.
"Would you like to stop by and see my company.

a glass of               

 
  
wine................................................... from the notebook



Uncle Roger File 2: The Blue Notebook by Judy Malloy
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