keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Monday, Jul. 04, 2005 - 8:34 pm >>
sugary sweet

"do you want any sugar?"
she asked him, as they both held on tightly to the warmth of the papercups. he looked completely blank for a while, then mumbled a sheepish "huh?"
"i said, do you want sugar in your coffee."
he looked at her for a moment. the sky was no longer raining and through what appeared to be scattered wet tissues, shone the sun, like a lighthouse braving a storm. the sunlight highlighted some of her curls, and her eyelashes were lowered, impatiently waiting for him to say something. he began to smile.
"no, i'll be fine," he said.