150 Words: One Million Kisses

Five days after their 53rd anniversary, Eugene and Grace climbed into their bed after a good day. Eugene, 72, leaned over to kiss Grace, 77…long done with the brief scandal of being “the older woman”.

They lingered in the kiss as was their wont and then Eugene smiled. “That was our one millionth kiss,” he said. “I’ve been counting.”

Grace smiled quizzically. She thought back on the shy, chaste kisses…the urgent, unrequited kisses…THE kiss that sealed their union…the random pecks, the butterfly kisses… the passionate kisses before, during, and after all the times they made love…the comforting kisses…the celebratory kisses…the apologetic kisses…the “secret” midnight kisses that Eugene thought she slept through. She looked over at Eugene skeptically. One million seemed like an awful large number. “You didn’t really count…?”

Eugene, always a charming scamp, grinned. “Does it matter?”

“No,” Grace conceded truthfully leaning into kiss number one million and one.