Short love story

They were caught in a series of almost-meetings. Where they’d brush past each other with scarcely a moment to exchange a glance. Till one hot, torrid night, he was too tired to hang up his shirt…

And Right Cuff and Left Cuff were allowed their moment of passion – to produce cufflings.*

Which is how a store in the city billed the little items of gents jewellery that PM bought last night… and then this in the paper today.


One Response

  1. Life would be so boring without these people who by their oversight, provide much needed laughter in an otherwise monotonous life.

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