My Drabble (a hundred word or less story) was published today. Apropos, since I’m waiting for a flight to Paris. Coincidence?? You decide.
Someone from the Class of ’61 died today. No one close by, just someone I sent Christmas cards to and read posts by on Facebook about cats and grandchildren. And suddenly I longed to kiss someone.
No.
I wanted to make love that leaves bruises, jump in a lake at the top of the world so cold I gasp, ride the Roue de Paris, get drunk on Bastille Day and watch fireworks over the Seine and sing La Marseilles with strangers.
Instead I sent a sympathy card to her kids that said sorry for your loss.
Sarah Russell Poetry 
This was no dribble, you’re Drabble, leaves me drooling for more of your poetic doodling! Excellent, as always!!
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Bob Lillie, you punny soul, you. Thanks so much!!
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Paris encore? Lucky you!
Hope you’ve found better lodgings than last time!
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Me too. An apartment on the right bank this time, half way between the Louvre and Notre Dame. Wish us luck!
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This is excellent. It tore right at my heart. The bigness and the smallness of life. It is a good thing that even more readers will get to experience your words on Drabble. Have a wonderful trip.
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Thanks, Ali. I won’t be there for Bastille Day this year, but I DO plan to celebrate life!
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I love how understated this poem is and the sad feel speaks to me right now…
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Thanks so much, Diana.
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I love this.
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Thanks, Jenn.
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That’s a nice one.
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Thank you!
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