Movie Night
Unforgettable Moments
The butter and salt aroma became intense
As my stomach began to fight back
Was this a set time for dinner?
Had I just finished an unplanned fast ?
The door closed to an unlit room
The only light available was a glare from the screen
The limited cool breeze danced around my ankles
As my eyeballs automatically adjusted to find vacant seats
Several squeezes and excuse me’s as I made my way
The final plop in the limited seating brought pleasure to a long day
As the bucket rested in my lap
The sound from speakers suddenly increased
I was finally where I wanted to be
In a theater, with salt on my tongue, in peace
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Nicholas Maze
I am an accomplished writer with nine published books. The books are both, fiction and nonfiction. Along with my books, I have a master’s degree in creative writing and I have been providing freelance writing for over ten years.
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By Nicholas Maze3 years ago in Fiction
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