An old man reading the morning
paper while eating a scone- strawberry jam with
cheese- looks down, pats his dog on the head with
such gentle tenderness that my heart
cracks open, spilling all over my scrambled
eggs on toast. Suddenly I understand the meaning
of everything.

© Ansa Smit, 2014.

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