Scarlet and Wine (for Alice)

Alice and I met 20 years ago today. She was centre stage. A seemingly quiet voice in a searingly quiet room, she tore the place apart, breaking hearts.

Her voice, her love, her kindness were palpable. Her songs beautiful.

Break, break, break.

We talked and walked after the show, after the dance. Alice was out of my league. I was out of my depth, and didn’t stand a chance.

Shake, shake, shake.

Nine months later we were married, and Scarlet was on the way. Scarlet and wine were on the way.

Alice made her decisions, and made them well. The wine and I were less important than Scarlet.

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