Drabble Rousers

Some folks mistakenly prefer the waterfront, but she knows that the second street up from the harbour is the best one.  

She knows that the fog is just a little less thick.  A little more magical, enveloping the streetlights.

The cobblestones are a little less eroded.  

You can hear the waves lapping.  But from a street away, they announce their arrival with a gentle rap on the door, not by ringing the bell.

Distance is beauty.

The wind is a little gentler on her exposed skin, when she smiles at him as he approaches.

“You looking for a date, sir?”

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Peter DeWolf
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