Lonesome

I wanted to scope out the online dating competition so I searched all the profiles of sixty year old women in the database. There was one that stopped me cold.

She sat on a sofa, leaning forward, in a spaghetti strap dress, with palms planted beside her, feet delicately crossed at the ankles, and flowing skirt spread around her like petals on a flower.

She looked too old for her dress, and slightly desperate in a plucky sort of way, like an aging Southern belle.

Her profile said she was recently widowed and lonesome and sewed all her own clothes.

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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