Serendipity or Providence
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She waited in the cafe’
just as they’d agreed,
trying to look nonchalant
sweating and drinking tea,
thinking of his profile pic
every time the bell jangled
searching for his face.
Nearly an hour later
she still sat
in that same place.
Finally a man entered who
might have been he,
she wasn’t sure,
but he looked around
when he came in the door,
before queuing up
returning her smile and
with coffee cup in hand
smiled again,
so she asked:
are you by any chance Edmund?
He laughed and said no,
but could he pretend to be?
And she said sure, why not;
have coffee with me.
Four years later:
a marriage full of joy
and a happy baby boy
given the middle name
Edmund.
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From the Perimeter . . . 