Thirty Three

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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5 thoughts on “Thirty Three”

  1. 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.

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