It was a glorious fall afternoon, with the occasional orange leaf dropping in through the sunroof. Hadley flipped down the sunvisor and studied herself. With her dark hair and sharp cheekbones, she strikingly resembled her mother.
There were no recent photos of him. Only ones from when we knew each other, reposted over and over, as if he were still there…in 2003.
Your soul, yes, bright as a star in a blackened sea-sky. Something to admire from a cliff,
impossible to hold.
Lothar took a bold step towards Tom and sniffed Tom’s sweating, planted hand. “I think they’re friendly? If we don’t scare them?”
Take me out of this smoke-filled apartment to where the pines and the river are. Near or far. I'm tired and I need to rest. I need a change of scenery. A radical one.
Perhaps, I thought, I belonged on the laundry room discard shelf with “still good?” written across my forehead.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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