Reluctantly early, he
glanced around the
room to see
if anyone had
noticed he’d arrived.
She had, and
turned away, pale
hand firmly gripping
the fragile stem
of her glass.
There was no
place to hide.
The room between
them quivered and
condensed until, unable
to converse in
those watery depths,
everyone grew quiet.
Are you happy?
Outside, a bank
of wildflowers overlooked
an expanse of
turquoise sea ablaze
with sunlight. Have
you even tried?
The door latched
neatly into place
with a metallic
click, and wine
babbled into glass.
Gradually, one voice
joined another, countering
the ebbing tide.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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