Sweet Popcorn Gal, part 8

“I said ‘I don’t think I ever told you, but I have a boyfriend.'”

He hesitated, a thoughtful look on his face. “That isn’t very good iambic pentameter.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess you’re disappointed.”

“Well, it does throw off the whole rhythm, if you see what I mean.”

“You know,” she said brightly, “sometimes unexpected rhythmic variations can help a collaboration.”

He smiled ruefully, “A collaboration is kind of like a relationship.”

“You’re not going to start talking about sharks, are you?”

“No,” he laughed, “I was just going to say that in the long run, both benefit from honesty.”

“True,” she nodded. “Oh dear, it appears we have arrived at the subway.”

They looked at each other for a long moment.

“I had a good time,” he said.

“Me too.” she smiled. “Perhaps we will write this musical.” They hugged, then she turned toward the subway entrance and was gone.

He stood for a long moment, gazing at the space where she had been, feeling the silence of the city around him.

It was late, and time to go home. He began to sing softly, the words and the music coming to him as he walked. “Sweet Popcorn Gal, stay here awhile. I’m lost in your smile when you’re near…”

Finis

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