Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, July 27:

David looks both ways when crossing the street, keeps a hand at the small of her back when they walk together. His palm is warm, slightly damp, and the sensation of his touch climbs up her back to settle between her shoulders.

The inside of his mouth tastes sweet, like soda syrup, when he kisses her goodnight. Her teeth are slick and unfamiliar in her mouth. She lets him kiss her a little longer before she puts her hand on her arm and says goodnight.

On the train on the way home, a reflection of her face stares back at her in the dark between stations.

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