June 18, 2010
Suit today. Same green bottle, same dark spirit sloshing around inside. He'd stood up when he'd seen her, followed her down the street a little way. Always grinning, that slow, sweet smile of his. She'd taunted him a little, always glancing over her shoulder, putting a little sway in her step. He only laughed, deep in his throat, almost a vibration. And then she'd slipped into the little allyway and waited until he sauntered round the corner, and then she'd smiled at him with her eyes, and he'd held her, and they'd kissed in the golden noonlight, music on their lips.