Archive for August, 2008

on toast ii

August 16, 2008

‘You’re wet. Soaking in fact.’
He sipped the tea softly, with a whispered slurp. Brewed strong with one sugar and a dash of milk. It warmed him from the inside, reminding him how cold he’d been.
‘Yeah. Got caught in the rain. It was nice.’
‘I watched you. From the window. You sat in it.’
His bit into [...]