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RDP Friday: delight

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Today at RDP, we are asked to share a
story, poem, photo, painting, essay, etc.,
focusing on the word ‘delight’. Here’s my take.

© Night Cafe

The Trucker’s Wife

Francesca Jones slid into their favorite booth and smiled warmly at her lover. He reached for her hands, kissing her palms. They both knew this was wrong but they didn’t care. Francesca was married to a long-distance trucker and was left alone for weeks at a time. She was lonely … so very lonely. Neither she nor her lover anticipated a single ‘afternoon delight’ would turn into an intense love affair. Now the only thing that gets them from one day to the next is knowing they’ll be spending the night in each other’s arms.

NAR©2025

This is “Me & Mrs. Jones” by Daryl Hall

RDP Friday! Delight!

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28 thoughts on “RDP Friday: delight”

  6. Way back in the day, when this song first came out under Billy Paul, my high school chem lab partner and I would sing this song (slightly altered) after making the trek from lab to lunchroom. We passed the class, but barely! 😆

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  9. Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff used to go down to a little café that was downstairs from their production company office at the time every day to get something to eat.  With them both being songwriters, they were always watching and looking at everything that people did, and everything people said, because it could potentially turn into a song for them.  This man that Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff never knew took lunch at that same time, in that same club.  It was a private place and every day he would meet this girl there.  The man would show up, his girlfriend a half hour later, they would sit at the same table, eat the same food, play the same song on the jukebox, then leave at separate times.  The man had no idea that Gamble and Huff were watching him, but they saw two people create this same pattern every day, and they began laughing at it.

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    1. Great background, Jim. Thanks for a wonderful comment which brought back a very distinct memory.

      There once was a small intimate supper club in NYC located inside the Executive Hotel called A Quiet Little Table In The Corner. Down a short flight of stairs was a low‐ceilinged, dimly lit cluster of small dining alcoves. The people at table 1 couldn’t see the people at table 2, and so on. It was the perfect place to go for lovers having an affair. It was incredibly sexy. Me & Mrs. Jones always made me think of that little restaurant.

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