Posts by Becky Tuch

December 17, 2012 | Fiction

Luc Bustomanta

Becky Tuch

When it starts to rain we cross the street. I don’t know where we’re going, but something warm and scattered is jumping underneath my skin. He leads me to the door of an apartment building, nudges me onto its small step. Then, smooth as a cloud moving across the sky, he presses his body against mine.