A Fiction in 58
Haven’t done a Fiction in 58 in a few days…
Sunday
They wrestled over coffee, a tease of words, gestures.
He said man’s greatest achievement was the ability to make fire.
She laughed and said it was our ability to love, unconditional.
They played like that for hours, until he took her hand into his own warm embrace.
“Absolutely,” she said, not waiting for the spark of his question.
Sunday
They wrestled over coffee, a tease of words, gestures.
He said man’s greatest achievement was the ability to make fire.
She laughed and said it was our ability to love, unconditional.
They played like that for hours, until he took her hand into his own warm embrace.
“Absolutely,” she said, not waiting for the spark of his question.
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