Breakfast at 7 am on a Sunday morning, Pre-church families — and their synchronized watches…creates an intrinsic intimacy between two people if they’re wearing the same clothes from the night before. Full plates and religious stares, her skirt so short and his eyes too calm. His eyes. Her smile. His eyes. His eyes. His eyes.

But he never caught her staring. Even though she did. He just wasn’t looking.

And their moment, an island. 

Her arms pushing the tide away — his plastic beach. 

Her food half eaten.

So she let the morning turn to day. 

And he went to go get coffee alone. 


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