Barefoot, Late Light
A back porch
They stood at the porch rail with the day's heat still in the boards, laughing at something I hadn't heard. Her flowers had already begun to wilt in the jar. Neither let go of the other's hands.
A back porch
They stood at the porch rail with the day's heat still in the boards, laughing at something I hadn't heard. Her flowers had already begun to wilt in the jar. Neither let go of the other's hands.