We Need to Talk

John K Adams
The Haven
Published in
5 min readMay 11, 2024

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Photo by Santiago Lacarta on Unsplash

Dennis spread the checkered blanket out for their picnic. He scanned the river and the view of distant trees turning vivid fall colors. An arpeggio of birds soared over the water. The breeze was warm, a glorious day.

Sandra, his date, his steady, unwrapped the wine from its cloth. She smiled at seeing the label from the same vintage they’d shared for their first dinner together. It had been a glorious summer.

Dennis admired how she arranged things on their blanket, just so. She placed the glasses on paper plates for stability. ‘Wouldn’t want one to topple and spill precious wine.

Sandra was beautiful, her face, her figure, her warmth. They enjoyed the same things. She often echoed his thoughts, or vice versa. But most importantly, she liked him. He felt she appreciated him for who he was, not who she wanted him to become. He could be himself.

With the wicker basket set aside, Sandra sat in one corner with her flower print dress fanned out. The river ran behind her.

“You’re beautiful! Hold it!”

Dennis took a picture of her framed by overhanging tree boughs.

“Let’s eat.” She patted the blanket.

Dennis sat, opened the wine and poured. They clinked glasses and sipped. They shared a sensual moment of wine shared and time with each other.

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John K Adams
The Haven

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