"they were laughing; paper envelope white smiles and cardboard coffee cups clutched in their hands though she desperately wished to dispose of the coffee in favor of his warm hand. they walked and walked- through the streets, through the afternoon, through the cool autumn air that brought hints of winter in it’s tendril breezes, whipping crippled and crinkling leaves through the blank space of the town. together they admired the way the drifting light sliced apart buildings, seemingly right through bricks and glass, like it were tender flesh. she liked him- in some stupid, silly way that he could dismiss easier than a classroom of awaiting children. she smiled at the thought, allowing it to lie below the surface of her skin- maybe one day he would pluck it right out of her much like a black feather of a swan. he spoke, she nodded; unconsciously watching strange strangers pass as they climbed, higher and higher into some strange affair of walking."

decemberfourth, 2011