The Sins of Fifty

Late one night at a diner by the beach, an old flame caught up with me unexpectedly after all these years. It was impulsive, but it felt like falling back into something that once fit us so perfectly before life got in the way. Our fling was intense and explicit, every touch electric with memories of youth. After he left, I lay awake replaying each moment, the texture of his skin under my fingers, the taste of him on my lips. If an opportunity like this came again, I wouldn’t hesitate to embrace it once more.