Yellow Rose
I called her a dolt—for fun, for no reason, of course. She paused, not sure how to react, then started typing quietly. Suddenly grinning, she said, “That’s actually so funny.” Laughing, she continues with a simple, “I like that word, you dolt.” It stuck like moss on a stone lantern; a perfect little insult that became laughable and uniquely sweet, just like her.