The Golden Ager

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The sky was peppered with silver stars; the moon embodied a lantern which had been ornamented upon the ebony. On the other hand, hungry stomachs started diffusing into the eatery, occupying seats and sighing out of relief. The orchestral clatter of utensils against ceramic plates echoed through the packed and rustic Chicago bistro.
An elderly gentleman, his hair salt and pepper, was victim of experience that had sucked youth from his hair but not his soul. The child-like glint in his chestnut eyes seemed ever-lasting. The golden ager was attired in a crisp suit, suede leather shoes encased his tapping feet. A gold analogue watch encircled his hand which was constantly being checked. The sepia illumination that captivated the restaurant emphasized the pen in his pocket and the chimes that danced; composing a harmonious melody of various pitches. In entered a woman relishing her late thirties, wrapped in a mid- charcoal dress; with delicate legs that bore chevron wedges, nails that were color-blocked with berry and gold. Like batteries are put into a dead toy, the man suddenly straightened and his aura emitted beams of light. She panted, then graced the dapper gentleman with an up-lifting smile. As she sat …show more content…

He rested his gleeful face on his hands, relishing the sound of her sweet voice- which was accompanied with vivacious gestures. Similarly, her eyes shared fireworks the boy had… Frequently, vacuous bursts of laughter rose to the atmosphere, abrading any dullness. Their facial expressions traversed a positive spectrum. A moment later, the verve defused, and so did their intertwined hands: the mouth-watering food had been placed on the table. Sans any awkward silence, the couple dug in to their food; commenting on it in tandem. Mutual respect was abundant as one of the things he did was clean her stained lips with a napkin, when food decorated

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