The last sunlight of the frivolous afternoon glowed on his face with the warmth of unattended and misplaced affection. She leaned forward, holding her breath, to catch hold of every bit of him that poured in the form of words he so carefully placed. The contours of his perfectly chiseled face grew sharper with the crisp honey colored after-morning sun-shower. She perched frontward, intently, in awe of the silk of his face and words alike, when, suddenly, the glow departed. With reluctant hesitancy, it languidly lifted itself off from his facade and with hurried urgency turned its back away…..like a party suddenly deserted of the restless children’s’ hasty footsteps at the end of the day.

They disappeared, reappeared, promised to meet, got lost and found each other within a foot again. They were drunk with artificial laughter and cheap liquor then. She sinned, but no one cared a damn that day.