Thirty Three

Posted on September 18, 2007


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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