The prompt today is to write a conspiracy poem…Day twenty-three, PAD challenge, Writer’s Digest. Below is what I wrote:
Decades later I saw you in line at a concert. Our eyes met but we gave no indication of recognition. You were with your wife. I was alone waiting for a friend.
Did you remember, as I did, that summer afternoon we conspired to meet on a blanket in Chastain park. We shared a yellow, super-sweet watermelon and talked for hours until the end of our work day and we returned to our separate lives.
It was the 1970s and open marriage was popular at the time. It is a sweet memory of mine.