Poem: A Love Supreme
Amanda moved towards the stereo. Steve sat back in the middle of a black leather two-seater. He was now visibly nervous. To him, it didn’t feel right.
Amanda selected a John Coltrane CD from her modest collection of no more than a dozen albums. The late night wash of saxophone, coffee and port seemed to ease Steve somewhat. Amanda chose to sit opposite h…
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