Allow Me Denial By Shary They had been talking for hours. What about, they couldn’t remember. One thing, then other, and hours passed like seconds that day, both caught in their conversation. They would never admit, of course, that the other’s presence mattered more than whatever they were talking about. It was the other that had kept captivated each one within an endless dialogue. It was an unspoken courtship. Unspoken, unwanted, unconscious, uncontrolled… Albeit needed. Subtly: eyelashes... read more
