The Night We Knew For Sure…
Jacqui reached into the wooden cabinet and rescued a bottle of Captain’s Reserve – a fine St. Lucian label. We vowed to sail the seas together.
The bottle moved freely between us. We laughed, and smiled, and told….
David saw that we had drifted free of our moorings. Co-ordinating our position, his flickering fingers conjured a sparkling Caribbean sea.
Later still, each of us using a palm to steady our wavy vision, we noticed we had become pirates.
We laughed heartily, and poured another round.
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