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.
Sewn Together 
After a moment of thought that sounds like a good thing…
agree with tangled. (and please remove word veriification)
Your sense of setting/ambiance is very acute, and very accurate. Shines through even in your 55-worders, whose huge fan I am, by the way.For those who have not read her earlier ones, I strongly suggest they do.
T & AoN: Shut up okay.(btw, AoN, spam happens if i remove word verif.)SM: despite the fact that you’ve said you never get my 55s, thank you =) very sweet that is.
I’m going to agree with monkey.