One

Laura spoke frankly. Augustus, nothing

shall divide us. When this holiday is over,

I will see you, in London. We shall be

inseparable. Always. And then she kissed

me, ecstatically. It was like a thousand

volts had shot through me. Afterwards,

we embraced. I held her very close.

Vivienne blundered into the room.

Laura delicately unhooked herself from

my arms. There was no embarrassment.

It was understood. We were one.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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