Turkish coffee and backgammon #vss #veryshortstory

Once… years ago in Greece
I met a sweet old man
who was exiled from his home in Cyprus
over strong Turkish coffee
and cheap Greek cigarettes
we played backgammon into the night
and talked through the ages of our lives
he admired my Egyptian ankh
so I gave it to him
he told me to not come back to see him again
until I was married
and to bring my husband and my children to meet him
so I never did

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