March dribbles - 21

“One day my prince will come.” But he’s not here. Still playing Freecell, trapped in cell of cards on screen of green. Prince has no crown but glowing light around him. Princess creeps, slides slim arms underneath his open shirt. “Black queen on red…” Then they, together, head for bed.

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