The truth is that equal love is non-existent.
If it still prevailed, it aged.
The melody swirled with the trumpet and her clear, husky voice.
He danced with his elephantine moves.
She could not stop staring at the man she adored
and her last thought was
“Would one more night help?”
He reached for her hand and looked deep into her fixated eyes.
“Darling, please listen to me. Let me in.”
It rained ferrets that night.