| the company of strangers
She sits on the edge of the bed biting her fingernails; a cocktail from the bar sweating on the nightstand; in the adjacent room, a loud television clouds bitter voices; he excused himself, closed the bathroom door to catch a shower; she lingers longer than she should, knowing he will not want to talk; but home is too far for her now, and the company of strangers promises much more than anything she might lose tonight. Lee Clark Zumpe |