“Sorry only counts in church. And even then, I’m not sure it
counts for much,” Evan says. “So just…don’t.”
The air hangs between them, charged and brittle; one wrong
spoken word will set the whole room alight, shatter the spun glass delicate
truce they’ve spent hours wringing out of their tears; their raised voices; the
unsteady sleep they’d found, half afraid to touch but bodies arching toward
each other, chilled from not being pressed tight together.
“Okay,” Paolo says, breathes out slowly, looks at the time. Sunday
morning. “Breakfast at the diner?”
Evan sighs. “Yeah.”
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Tara R, over at Thin Spiral Notebook, has taken over the 100 Word
Challenge from Velvet Verbosity. (And I'm so glad someone stepped up to do so. Even though it's been a while since I've participated, I always loved this quick, weekly challenge.)
This week's word prompt was "Sorry."
New Year. New Job. New.....everything. I'm hoping I'll be back with another response next week.
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