Today’s Writing Gym was Jerusalem-themed for Yom Yerushalyim… Here’s my take on meeting up with an Old Flame…
Oh, hi… long time no see!
Yeah, I’m, uh, I’m doing ok. Actually, not living too far from here, just over the hills, 15 kilometers out… Oh, it’s lovely, yes. The weather is comparable, totally. I couldn’t live on the coast, you know that.
How have you been? Oh, sure, I’ve heard about the demographics, riding a tidal wave towards seas of black. I take it you’re still being undermined by the rest of the country? Uh huh. Right. Well, hey, you never know, the mayor may actually accomplish some kind of renaissance in the time he has left.
You look great, though. Oh? A lot of surgery, I see… Yes, I was kind of wondering what all the bandages were about.
Oh, no, I’m not judging. You do what you gotta do to look young. Sure. As long as it’s not affecting you internally, spiritually… Oh, I’m sure it’s complicated… Well… maybe there’s someone to see about that.
Am I happy? Yeah, I really am.
Look… I’m sorry I never call. I know I said I’d keep in touch but you know how it is… Marriage, work, kids… Lots going on.
I… I think about you sometimes though. I… I miss you at times. Your cool touch, your inner beauty, even the hardness of the walls you put up. I always saw through you. And I bet others do, too. You must have had so many lovers over the years. And we all know the truth about you… You’re never what you seem…
Well, it was good to catch up. Don’t let them do too much to your face, ya hear? Or I won’t recognize you next time I’m in town…
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