I’ve been a little short on time and energy this week but this is one of those little ditties I scribbled last week as my house fell apart around my ears. An experiment in optimism.
Anniversary
By Neil Beynon
The room fell silent as he rose to his feet to speak. He was still striking, six feet tall with a trim frame and hair that once had been jet-black now pure silver. In spite of his seventy years his eyes still shone bright as he gazed across the room.
“Thanks everybody for joining us for our special day. As many of you will know it’s been thirty years since Trill and I met. Thirty wonderful years during which I’ve had the best friend a man can have and seen things I would never have thought possible.
It was chance that brought us together, chance and cliché. For I met Trill on the side of the rode – her vehicle had broken down.”
The audience laughed Trill looked up at him, her green dress picking up the wet emerald of her eyes perfectly. She squeezed his hand.
“Of course that the vehicle was a never before seen spacecraft and Trill was the first alien I or any of you had seen was merely an aside.”
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