Sunday, November 21, 2010

Somebody Else's Kids (Torey Hayden)

I was in a moment of failing faith.

Beyond the window a cold March rain slapped the pane.

I heard tears behind her voice.

She took my silence for an affirmation of her own fears.

She leaned very slightly against me so that I could feel the merest shadow of her weight.

The odour of Emeraude preceded her. And followed her.

I scrunched down and hoped my clothes would escape notice.