The couple sat on the edge of the lobster pink, cone
crunching beach. Black clad,
androgenous, narcissistic. Each was
reflected in the other: pale, pixie face, cat green eyes, black hair close
cropped at the side, spiky above and sweeping to the shoulder.
Don’t you want me
baby?
She didn’t.
© Tim Scott
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