For De’s Prompt on dVerse Poets Pub. I haven’t followed any rules this go around.
Haibun: Shaken, not stirred
“A martini. Shaken, not stirred.” Bond, James Bond
My husband was a James Bond aficionado. He knew everything about him. When he was in hospital dying, his only regret: he would miss the new movie.
He will be watching from heaven when I go – I will be stirred without him by my side.
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