Sunday, October 4, 2009

The fall chill

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a fall chill filled the kitchen. They stood looking anywhere but at each other. He with his back to the empty child’s room. She near the sink, wishing for dishes to wash or another distraction. The wooden frame of the screen door tapped steadily in the breeze.

She spoke.


Who knows?

You promised.

We were kids.

We could try again?

Too hard.

Silence drew any remaining life out of the room. It’s impossible to know which was more hollow: his eyes or her tears. He was out the door. She heard the car.

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