Their necks today, the sliver of white at hers, which I’d never noticed, like a healed scar or a gap you’d wish to gently slip your hand into, and his, a shadow earpiece and the reassuring tendons and folds of age.⠀
Their necks today, the sliver of white at hers, which I’d never noticed, like a healed scar or a gap you’d wish to gently slip your hand into, and his, a shadow earpiece and the reassuring tendons and folds of age.⠀