She told me to expect him at 8, a date, but isn’t that a bit late.
The door bell rang, I peeped through the hole in the door and who do I see, or rather what did I see: a bouquet of roses tied with a ribbon attached to a note.
I read the note and it said: the gift and the giver are one.
© Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
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