Thirty Three

Posted on September 18, 2007

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We sat on the cool stone steps, waiting. It looked like rain.
Actually, it was too dark to tell.

This was his third successive night up.

A flicker briefly yellowed his features. Then, a unit of orange waxed and waned as he fancied.

You’re right, he said.
I’ve fallen out of the habit of love.

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