He waited in the front courtyard near the car.  The laundry Aria had hung earlier was gone now.  He wore light, charcoal linen pants she’d washed and carefully ironed, with a loose, button down short sleeve shirt.  There was a...

I have seen her move nakedThrough the semi-darknessLike a sphere of pale lightThat wandered off out of a streetlampAnd got lost on the way to a dreamIn which we were coming homeFrom the end of everything that wasn’t thisTo rest...

Mouse had taken to dancing in her panties and socks. Her shoulder-length hair - fine, yet a nondescript, easily forgettable shade of brown - whipped around her head and got caught in her glasses. But she kept going, arms and...