Mrs Brown & Arthur

Sat, 18 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

I spotted him at the Safeway and he looked fine. Early twenties, home from college, tight Levi’s, tighter tee shirt, sneakers, muscles, a nice smile, all grown up now. Ready for me, finally.

“Hello Ms Brown. You’re looking lovely.”

“Why thank you Arthur. You’re not looking bad yourself.” He blushed fetchingly.

I was in one of my velvet phases that year. The dress was mid-calf, perhaps a bit much for grocery shopping but when you look like I did you like to flaunt it. He certainly didn’t mind filling his eyes with me.

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