"One Month"by SmutwriterCopyright July 2010They’d bought them, one for each other, as little anniversary presents. Not really much of an anniversary, one month, but what a month it had been.In his apartment he held his out at arm’s length, stretched between forefinger tips. He grinned; there was nothing of it.Two floors down she hung hers from a finger and gazed in surprise at its smallness.His was small too and a vivid e...