[Normally, I post with the number of the previous day if I haven't gone to sleep yet. Today, it is five AM and I am ready for tomorrow.]
She divorced him twenty years ago and he still hadn't forgotten the way she looked at five AM (just slightly frazzled and inconceivably sleepy). Twenty years and he hadn't forgotten the taste of her smile. Twenty years and he hadn't forgotten the cold of her toes pressed to his legs.
The new wife, the new life, the new house all made him think of the old. Maybe he wasn't ready yet.
Twenty years.
Monday, June 4, 2012
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This is heartbreakingly good. It reminds me of my uncle. Anyway, "the taste of her smile" is quite good. Oh, what am I saying? All the images are good.
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I played a vidja game. Bastion. It's quite good.
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