Tired
“I’m tired,” he said.
The sun streamed around him and in through the balcony doors, and the air was fresh with a gentle breeze blowing in off the ocean and up the cobbled streets.
“So sleep,” she said. “We’ll be up until dawn tonight.”
“I wanted to walk around the quayside with you today. Stop for coffee or a glass of wine somewhere right by the ocean. Wind our way through the back alleys looking for treasures in antique stores and bookshops and delis.”
“That sounds nice. There’s plenty of time, though. Come over here. Sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
I want more!!! Every short story here is like the beginning to some amazing tale or beautiful novel. 100 words just isn’t enough, I’m hooked and I want more!
Quinton - August 8th, 2008 at 1:29 pm