But for The Love of Mistress Rose
Saturday, January 2, 2010 at 3:14PM
Image used under Creative Commons from Amarand AgasiFrom afar it seemed that their love would endure eternity.
They met cute, laughed with abandon, and loved sweatily.
Elise the UN translator and Etienne the restauranteur.
Then, insidiously the pungent interloper’s presence intruded.
She pleaded politely; he demurred passionately.
Back and forth they dueled.
No compromise, no surrender.
His raison d'être.
Her impasse.
Garlic.
--- By Rolando Andrés Ramos
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