brodinson
all it takes is one minute. they share a look across the table and everything is all over then. one knows trouble is coming, the other knows it will be received. it's how they work, it's everything they are. sometimes they can't wait to get alone and be away from everyone else. all they need is time.
there are some moments in time he thinks back on their childhood and adventures they went on together. just little moments, little frissons of time. one in particular when they were just boys; climbing trees and his brother fell out. plummeted to the ground and fell on his arm--he'd never heard a sound so sickening.
sometimes you simply look at a person and you can't help but wonder what's going on inside their mind. what they're thinking, what they're feeling, what they wonder when they look at you. sometimes you simply want in to know, but most times you know it to be far too dangerous a place to enter all on your own. simple curiosity can be a dangerous thing.
there are pits in the peaches that hang on the trees in the gardens. the flesh is sweet and juicy--always. the nectar runs down fingers and hands, coating everything and making it sticky.