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“It is painful to look at the snow,” said the husband, looking at the old man. “It’s frustrating.”
“It’s so blank and white.”
When the old man asked for a gin and tonic, the waitress looked to the husband and wife as if to ask if he should be asking for a drink like a gin and tonic,
The waitress nodded her head, told him anytime, and left.
After all of this time, I still remember that smile.”
“I ordered a Jack and coke,” he said and pointed to the husband’s drink,
mopped up the liquids with the spare napkins that had come with the drinks
The wife had dark hair held together in a ponytail. She had freckles, and had dark brown eyes with slits of green where her pupil and retina met. Her skin looked paler than what it should have been,
The cabin went silent and stayed silent.
his chest rose like a small creek meeting a fallen sapling in its stream when he inhaled.
you know that there isn’t going to be any happy ending, so why should we even pretend?”
The words that had been swimming faster and faster through his mind for the last few weeks and he could feel both relief from finally saying them and anxiety from knowing that he had finally committed to their existence in his mind.
He ran his left hand through his hair
His wife watched him, still seated upright, omnisciently.
Then the husband turned to her, his body bent forward on his pivoting elbow and his hand now covering only the left side of his mouth
He remembered the first night that they slept in the first house either of them had ever owned, in front of the fireplace in their living room, and how the heat licked his face as he fell asleep against her, his face nestled in her hair.
the ones that he had taken time to write them or recall when he thought of her when he was away.
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