“And when at closing time at one night, two weeks after they had parted, he came out of the club and saw the yellow convertible waiting and her face at the window, the world around him swiftly lost impact; the babble of departing folk faded remotely; the moonlight turned fluid and he found himself being washed into her car, his every step the graduated motion of a figure in a movie.”
— Dec 15, 2024 10:32PM
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