My heart is pounding, pacing impatiently in the vaults of my chest, fervently wishing that she’d answer but dreading what would come next. I raise the phone to my ear, hoping that, with each heavy breath into the receiver, it would come to life with her voice. I wait for a million heartbeats and a…
La Placa del Sol held a scattering of students and smokers, laughing against the fading of the sun. When that curtain falls, the embers of their cigarettes will wink in the night like the fireflies I imagine you chasing as a child in the wilds of Pennsylvania’s august twilight.
That’s august like…
They shared a postman but their news was always different.
They had the same view but they did not share the same perspective.
They were neighbours but they were not quite neighbourly.
There was something between them.
Something thicker than cavity wall insulation.