“Sorry only counts in church. And even then, I’m not sure it counts for much,” Evan says. “So just…don’t.”
The air hangs between them, charged and brittle; one wrong spoken word will set the whole room alight, shatter the spun glass delicate truce they’ve spent hours wringing out of their tears; their raised voices; the unsteady sleep they’d found, half afraid to touch but bodies arching toward each other, chilled from not being pressed tight together.
“Okay,” Paolo says, breathes out slowly, looks at the time. Sunday morning. “Breakfast at the diner?”
Evan sighs. “Yeah.”
Tara R, over at Thin Spiral Notebook, has taken over the 100 Word Challenge from Velvet Verbosity. (And I’m so glad someone stepped up to do so. Even though it’s been a while since I’ve participated, I always loved this quick, weekly challenge.)
This week’s word prompt was “Sorry.”
New Year. New Job. New…..everything. I’m hoping I’ll be back with another response next week.