Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Fifteen

She's struggling with the cap on her illicit ta-paod coffee martini in a perrier bottle; he offers to help and reaches through the metal bars of the gate. Their fingers touch and remain in contact as he loosens the not-terribly-tight bottlecap.

Hands withdraw and he smiles a goodbye as he backpeddles, laughing silently in his head; the few words exchanged between two habitual wordsmiths simple, honest and spontaneous.

*****
"I forgot to tell you this last night but sometimes you make me feel like I am 15 again."

"Just great, we have a mutually retarding effect on each other. So much for all that university education eh?"

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