Friday, January 28, 2011

Drop outs.

He dropped his pants. She dropped hers, too. They stood on opposite ends of the room, heads cocked, squinting, staring. He would have walked to her but he didn’t have it in him to make the next move. She would have crossed that line to where he was standing, but she had too much to lose. The clock ticked audibly, and one of them sighed.

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