Astrid and Buba invited me for breakfast.
I had coffee. I had a croissant. I had fruit.
They had eyes only for each other.
I’m beginning to suspect I’m not the main character in this story.
Rude.

Astrid and Buba invited me for breakfast.
I had coffee. I had a croissant. I had fruit.
They had eyes only for each other.
I’m beginning to suspect I’m not the main character in this story.
Rude.
THE COLOURS OF HAPPINESS
I asked Astrid what happiness looked like.
She pointed at Buba.
Buba pointed at Astrid.
I think I understand now.
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I met Astrid and Buba at a picnic.
Buba offered me a strawberry. Astrid poured me wine. Somehow, I stayed for lunch. Then more wine. We flirted. We kissed a little.
I still don't know which one of them I fell in love with first.
Probably both.
Daisy asks what I’m reading.
“Poetry.”
She sits beside me.
“Read me something.”
I find a verse about a woman’s mouth.
Then I look at hers.
I lose my place.
This is why librarians usually insist on silence.
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What do you think of my new dress?
Money well spent?
Oh, I know—you prefer seeing me naked, don’t you?
Well, maybe next time... 😉
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