I was abrupt today.
I hate that word. It means I didn’t take the time. And I didn’t. I know it, and she felt it. I could see the hurt dim her lovely smile.
It was just a moment. Over our coffee. She said, and I answered – too anxious to get back to my interests.
But I didn’t think – life is abrupt, and so is death.
But she isn’t.
Food for thought.
Mac
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