Today’s prompt: filter, keepsake, salad
The apartment is so empty, the sky so low, the morning so quiet. Near the coffee machine, behind the filter box, I have hidden a keepsake of her presence, here, one summer night.
I look at that bit of silk, black, introvert, provocative. Tender was that night, and I made her such a lovely salad!
Winter is not over, still plenty of time to dream…