There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.