Humming With Desmond

I first met him when I was only nineteen. I was in the bank carrying a clarinet when he sailed in. He was wearing a burgundy set of vampire fangs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his knuckle, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the clarinet down when he slid beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the clarinet right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to hum.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the café for a Shirley Temple. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the café, I learned that his name was Desmond, and that he was a blacksmith. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a lecturer.

I guess it was love at first hum. Some might say we had cans of beans in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was seven years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still humming for each other.