Turkish coffee and backgammon #vss #veryshortstory

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Once… years ago in Greece
I met a sweet old man
who was exiled from his home in Cyprus
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over strong Turkish coffee
and cheap Greek cigarettes
we played backgammon into the night
and talked through the ages of our lives
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he admired my Egyptian ankh
so I gave it to him
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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
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so I never did
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