Amidst the fire

A man with an umbrella stands alone, blackly silhouetted, against fire-glowing trees lit by the streetlamps. Casting dark blue shadows on the rain-slicked pavement.
2020.10.11, by Ansel
Filed under Journal, Personal, Politics, Relations

“If there’s a reason to get into politics… It’s you.”

He was getting into his dress, when I said this to him. A blue and white cheongsam that we had tailored [altered] to hug his contours. He was upset about… I don’t know, the dress? But he had an outburst:

“I have to get into a good dress, for my husband!”

I looked at him. He had that same fire in his eyes as he had for his father.
“I have to fight, for you!”

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