by Steve Tanham
And on summer evenings, rich with sun absorbed, We will slip through the CV gate, the two of us, and with a ripple of space-time, find ourselves in Burgundy, where, in a small cafe, hidden from the unworthy, Nicole pretends to be married to a burly chef, though she, too, is chef, and also front of house.
And after water iced with lemon as the sun sets, she will once more set out to teach me the Subjunctive over white fish, pan fried with little dressing, and served with a bottle… two, possibly, as it is complex tense.
©Stephen Tanham 2021
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
Sun in Gemini 
Oh! Steve this is really special. Very well written 💜
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Thank you, Willow 😎I’ve always loved that style of whimsical (very) short story that whisks you away, so I thought I’d have a go. Inspired by the photo of that gorgeous Citroen 2CV from Wootton Rivers. Xx
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It works perfectly 💜
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That gives me impetus to carry on, Willow! Xx
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I am glad to hear that Steve! 💜
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