Cherry red

She opened the lipstick and looked at the cherry red color with a smile on her face. Her memories took her back to 1951 when she was a girl of seventeen and in the deepest of love, anyone could hope for. Her soldier was coming home that day, her prayers had been answered. She saw him from a great distance as he got off the train with a sea of green uniforms. Quickly she pulled a small mirror from her purse and put on fresh cherry lipstick. When he saw her, he began to run dropping his bag and taking her into his arms and kissed those cherry lips with a softness that burned its way into her heart. They made many memories together over the next fifty years mostly good she thought but that soft and heartfelt kiss at the station was the memory that touched her most deeply. Today she would greet old friends and family as they paid their respects to her love. The room was empty now as she pulled a small mirror from her purse and looked at her reflection smiling. Then placing a long, soft kiss of cherry red on his cheek she said goodbye......
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