We're both naked, unabashed, peeling citrus fruits.
The windows are open. We eat greedily with bare, curved spines. Stiff knees.
His remaining paper towels are put to use: a sachet for the peels and a half-hearted cover for the wet sheets. We giggle and point. True intimacy is almost childlike.
He tells me he's begun to believe in an afterlife of opportunity. Transformation.
I put my finger to his lips - a desperate deflection. I grab his bearded chin in protest.
"Don't say that. Don't make me think there's more. This is it. Promise me this is it!"
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Erin Shea
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Comments (2)
I love how you've captured a single moment so beautifully. Great description!
“True intimacy is almost childlike.” Yes!! You captured that feeling here so well 💖