A lazy Sunday afternoon,
A blissful game of Scrabble,
He and she play away,
Lost;
A little bit of cheating,
Feigned ignorance,
His carefully mis-spelt words,
And her points exceed his;
Her lips break out
Into a childish smile,
The sun comes out
From o’er the clouds;
She looks at him with raised eyebrows,
‘I won the game,’
She says, ‘Yay’,
Unbridled enthusiasm spilling out;
‘Yes’,
He says, almost to himself,
‘You won the game,
And I did triumph too!’;
‘What?’, asks she,
‘What are you mumbling?’
‘Nothing,’ he says,
‘Just that I love you.’
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PS: This is what came to mind on thinking of this week’s prompt over at Writer’s Island – ‘Triumph’. 
