“Oh John!” “Oh Marsha!”

John and Marsha were sitting on a rowboat, not rowing, just letting the gentle ripples of the pond ease them along. They had nowhere they wanted to go. Everything they wanted was right here. With a breath of night air, John whispered into Marsha’s ready ear, “You matter to me.” Marsha whispered back, “You antimatter… Continue reading “Oh John!” “Oh Marsha!”