Monday, May 24, 2010


Joan just happened to look out her bedroom window late one night after getting up to pee. Elliot was walking with Wendy up the deserted street. It was winter and their breath hung around their hunched shoulders. Joan’s feet were icy, but she had to watch. Where had they been? she wondered. They stopped, turned toward each other. Tall Elliot wrapped Wendy with his arms and her upper body disappeared into the fold of the embrace. Joan got in bed. It was warm and welcoming. She imagined the pillow was Elliot’s chest and the comforter his arms around her.

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