Prose Vampires Remorse..Ch 2 Comments

Another ships horn wailed its misery to the night along the mighty Mississippi. my son stirred and I was immediately by his side. I dreaded his awakening and wondered how I would explain what all had happened to a 7 yr old boy. Thankfully however the night insects lulled him back to sound sleep.
He uttered what seemed like a line from a lullaby Chantelle used to sing him. My heart ached for her and to thoghts came our courting.
The luscious fragrances of the Season in the French Quarter set a mood for love is worth waiting for. Likened to Nature love in time blooms and fills one with pleasure.
I became aware of my love for chantelle in it's intensity after a year or so of monogomy. Romantic interludes of holding hands and kisses soft and sweet were lived to the backdropp of acoustic guitar and piano. It was as a serene a time in my life as I had known.
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