A picture hung on the wall at the church much to Indi's disagreement the pastor had placed it there, it was a worn photo of her and Atticus. They were no older when they first met and it was the first photo they ever took together, his arm on her waist and her hand in his.
She passed it as she went into the confessionals.
"Atticus?" She smiled.
"Indi?" He said over the other side.
It was tradtion, each year they would meet were they first met, and were a lot of their firsts had been, even their marriage. Indi had insisted it be in the church, though neither of them were religious.
She toyed with her newly shortened hair, it was the first time it had been cut in years,
He tugged at the collar of his shirt.
They were comfortable in the silence.
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Atticus and Indi.
SpiritualIndi is an atheist, vegetarian ; who orders chocolate milk from a juice bar every Wednesday. Four minutes later, she sits in a confessional sipping her milk that has been placed into a juice cup and talks of her life. On the other side of the scree...
