Here's another quick peek at Dancing in the White Room. In this snip, Bell has come back from Alaska.
He looks as though the Alaska
Mountains have leaned hard on him. His collarbone sticks out like a hanger for
the T-shirt he wears. His eyes, usually bright enough to catch me up, sag heavy
over deep lines.
I’m gathered into him before I have
the chance to say anything at all. He smells of sweat, I imagine how many hours
he’s spent crumpled in an airplane seat. For a minute, I want all time to end
here.
He kisses my forehead, and I burrow
into the hollow of his arm. We stand there for an endless amount of time.
Very, very nice.
ReplyDeleteThe descriptions are amazing----he sounds like he's had a bad time of it lately.
ReplyDeleteVery well done. Your attention to detail is very strong.
ReplyDeleteA very vivid piece of writing.
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