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“Far away: the frozen glitter of the stars, shattered glass on black silk”

“He breathes in and out, into the curved side if her coif, as if he might speak, but she doesn’t want the words, has no need of them. She sees, over his shoulder, that traveling bag of his, at his feet.”

“She has a paring knife in her left hand - always her left - and she peels the skin from [the apple]. It drips from the blade in ling, green curls, like the hair from a mermaid.”

‘Never mind what I know. You must go.’ She pushes at his chest, putting air and space between them, feeling his arms slide off her, disentangling them.