Fiction

The lunch did not occur. There was no face
across a table nor a bubbling pot
of cassoulet. Opinions here do trace;
the lunch did not.

There’s license to facilitate a plot
(with hopefully no forcing, and with grace) –
a fledgling author thought it worth a shot.

So paragraphs were built upon a base
of tablecloth. Conceits were aimed and shot.
Events a little altered did take place.
The lunch did not.

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