Oops! Somehow I overlooked these three when I posted this morning.
First, two that resonate with those closer to the end of life than the beginning:
The Reunion, by Jack Ridl. “We’re still dumb kids, just gray and tame.”
The City, Berobed in Blue, by Eleanor Lerman. “Yikes!” “Look out!”
Then one that somehow feels like it’s an older couple.
Just to Feel Human by James Tate. Why do I say it feels like an older couple? She reads his mind — a sign of long familiarity. The ending is impetuous and uncharacteristic of their lives (unlike newlyweds).
Tipsy Teetotaler ن 