The Old Professor

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The old professor looked at the beautiful full moon shining over the city.

“Are you sure you’re ready to retire, Robert?” his friend, Arthur, asked.

”I’ll never be ready. It’s my life. It’s time though.”

Robert was packing boxes.

“Do you have to move? No one is left for you where you lived 25 years ago,” Arthur commented.

”I’ll go through my papers. Write my memoir. I’ll always be a professor, Arthur. I just want to read, write, and research, That’s all I need.”

”Live here with me, Robert. I need your company.”

Tears streamed down Robert’s face as he smiled.

 

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff and Friday Fictioneers and photo attribution goes to Gah Learner.

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13 thoughts on “The Old Professor

  1. Great friends Arthur and Robert. Sometime it is important to follow ones heart. That should not affect friendship.

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  2. What a delightful revelation of the love between the two men. You left me with the impression that Robert was startled, even shocked, at the realisation that somebody loved him enough to want to be with him for the rest of his life. Lovely writing, Rosemary.

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