fiction, man-woman relationships
They looked at one another. Neither moved nor spoke. Then she stood. He stood. The hug lasted just a little too long. Unplanned. Perhaps. The scent of product in his hair. The feel of his hands on her back. Awkward byes and see-you-tomorrows. Then she was on her way out into the chilly November night. A skiff of powdery snow swirled across the sidewalk. She hurried without knowing why. Maybe just the cold.
McMann, Donald. "November Seventeenth." Literary Heist. Published by Ryan D Brinkhurst. March 20, 2021. https://www.literaryheist.com/short-stories/november-seventeenth/
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