ashland, new hampshire—
two in the afternoon
a burger with a thick slice of onion,
mustard on the side
and a cold bottle of beer.
looking out a large pane window,
everything from where I sat
looked fine.
you pass by noticed,
i nodded with a smile.
and you
quickly
looked away
and everything disappeared.
no,
not of course,
my sandwich.
just an old flame
puffed in a white cloud of history,
dowsed by another sip
of an ice-cold beer.
Rev:2013/2019 Vol. II ~ Love: Hot Water, Crackers, & Ketchup Soup~ 
ZoralinQ 
positivenudge
May 9, 2019 at 5:57 am
❤ just an old flame
puffed in a white cloud of history,
dowsed by another sip
of an ice-cold beer.
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Magaly Guerrero
March 31, 2019 at 11:05 pm
Now every sandwich and every beer will bring back that flame.
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oldegg
March 31, 2019 at 9:30 pm
Most of the old flames that cross my path are quite happy to chat and be friends regardless of our history all those years ago. Perhaps that is because most break ups were not acrimonious.
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Kestril Trueseeker
March 31, 2019 at 8:04 pm
That one beer might not be able to douse the residual smouldering from that old flame. Only time can do that.
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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
March 31, 2019 at 6:24 pm
This was fun. I’m glad you still have your sandwich.
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Myrna
March 31, 2019 at 5:43 pm
Such a rich human moment. We’ve all had one of these and you depict it perfectly.
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sanaarizvi
March 31, 2019 at 1:12 pm
….puffed in a white cloud of history is quite apt and is a better conclusion when it comes to old flames 😊
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
March 31, 2019 at 12:00 pm
I wonder if it’s a good idea to meet an old flame at such a point… maybe she was wise enough to know that.
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Sherry Blue sky
March 31, 2019 at 11:56 am
Oh weird. I thought my first comment had disappeared, then both popped up.
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Sherry Blue sky
March 31, 2019 at 11:55 am
I am smiling too, and thinking that the burger and beer may have seemed perfection, before the old flame passed by. Then a bit different after. I enjoyed the dousing of the feelings with the beer. I know the feeling.
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magicalmysticalteacher
March 31, 2019 at 9:48 am
The moral of the story is probably something like this: Beer is better than an ex!
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Rall
March 31, 2019 at 9:26 am
Oh…such is life. Some don’t want to be reminded of the past and even worse some don’t even remember. Enjoy the burger and beer 🙂
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dsnake1
March 31, 2019 at 9:12 am
i can’t stop thinking about that cold bottle of beer.
ah, old flame, fires us up once a while…
glad to read you again. 🙂
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gillena cox
March 31, 2019 at 8:41 am
Luv the juxtaposition of the here and now and the fleeting memory.
The sandwich won in the end lije the proverbial bird in the hand 😊
Happy Sunday to you
Much💛🌻💛love
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Sherry Blue sky
March 31, 2019 at 6:04 am
Ah, those old flames that pop up from time to time. Such a difference in how perfect burger and beer are before she passes, and the sudden deflation after, right? Sigh. Love bites! Smiles.
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skipmanning
March 31, 2019 at 4:34 am
Thanks Another big smileAn Ashland NH sandwichand humilityServed with a frostyMaybe an old memorypassing in a poof.skip
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