One was simple, the other elaborate.
One liked hoopla, and the other preferred to go unnoticed.
They went around and around in their conversations.
That was the spark that held them together.
Photo: Vintage necklace piece on a communion card dated 1915 from Spain.
(For writing prompts: Sunday Scribblings.) I was a country mouse, and my French husband was a city mouse. Now we are small village mice, close to the country, yet next to a big city.