He goes to make tea and finds her crouched on the staffroom floor, her back against the cupboard.
This is where he steals time away from ringing phones and deskside banter, leaning on the counter as the kettle boils, enjoying the vibrations passing through his hip. He imagines the rumble is a waterfall, a cascade beating smooth rocks.
Her skirt has ridden up her thighs, her face has turned doughy, smeared with liquefied mascara. He hangs by the door, mugs sagging in his grip.
Perhaps the kitchen was never just his refuge, but hers too.
He holds out his hand.
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Whispers and Echoes - Issue 1
De TodoWhispers and Echoes is an online journal of short writing and poetry, featuring the work of five talented writers. Issue 1 - Spring 2017
