This is not a true story…
He paused when he entered the room and made eye contact with no one. Was he embarrassed?
Him…embarrassed? No. Impossible. It had to be something else. Something important. Dire,
perhaps? Whatever it was it was in his eyes. Unmoving. Staring at something but nothing. Vacant.
Those who had filled the room and had been waiting for him, began to feel the difference…the before and
now the now. (Actually, those who decided to show up had more a curiosity than anything else.) Ear to ear
whispers created a soft murmur throughout the gathering. One would be correct in assuming they were
they were waiting for answers to their unasked questions. What happened? When? Was there even a why?
He looked up.
The murmurs subsided.
Face off…
Jots from a Small Apt. 
glad you are at your wonderful art. please stay safe, and continue…
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Hey Tony! Hope this finds you well and from your own posts…you are “keepin on”! I’m beyond the comment part on other reads. I know you understand….Raye
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Jots!! You’re back! This looks like one of Doug’s tennis doubles partners…face off? DOUBLE? Masquerade? Hmmmm….. xoxoxoxoxo
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Back with a vengeance? No, not like that…
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Raye!
I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you here!
And for him… I’ve met him somewhere… His presence is immediately felt when he enters… kind of like you 🙂
But it’s not a true story so…
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Missy D….see you all the time. Envious of your “keep up-ance” on all things in general and then some….XXOR.
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Miss RRR…. Glad to hear you are around, snooping in the background. I miss you and would love to chat with you, lovely lady! xoxoxo
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