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Roger Noons
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A large glass of Verdejo, from Rueda
Now in her late seventies, she has retained her beauty. Bunned, silky,
silver hair; flawless skin untouched by chemicals other than moisturizer, covers
majestically-formed bones. A finely proportioned figure, no hour glass, but
balanced for poise and bearing. When she enters a room, the eyes of women as
well as men follow her. When she smiles, the earth ceases its rotation, if only
briefly. Her voice, now a trifle husky, still has enough eloquence and melody
to remind me of all those years ago, when I would watch her singing, on a black
and white, twelve inch television set.
About the author
Roger is a regular contributor to the CaféLit site and a couple of his stories have been selected for the Best of CaféLit 2012.
