Serial library passage Apr 8

8 Apr

She wandered across the tectonic plates of the store she minded with the Russian lady. They were all Russian. They spoke English well enough. The night fell, and they sat silently in the light from the flashing neon OPEN sign. They sorted pills and looked into each other’s eyes, till there was nothing left to do but love each other with gentle touches, eyes alight with the soft touch of love upon flesh and the waning hope of another day of wandering. If the tectonic plates fell in, they would sell their souls to understand what had stood beneath them all this time supporting their every endeavour without ever revealing, or reveling in what they had.

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