Blue Skies

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I’ve a couple of hours before meeting Joe. My phone flashes up with a message.

Are you around?

I smile and send back:

Yes, for a bit. Where are you?

In his office, just around the corner.


He waves, and crosses the street. His periwinkle scarf matches his eyes. His smile catches my mood.


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