Dinner with Elsie

Francis took his normal seat at his regular table. The black night filled the windows like mirrors of yesterday. “Well, you certainly look dapper tonight, Mr. Harold,” Lynette said with a smile. “Very handsome.” "Hmm? Oh please, call me Francis," he nodded, fiddling with his napkin. His hearing was dull, pounded so long ago from the blast... Continue Reading →

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