The Heat Of Deeds
Come, let me clutch thee
“So… we’re really doing this?” Her furtive smile. Soft crease across her brow. Like dice, a dull bell rattles above the door. Two students saunter in, bringing the April air with them. Wet and warm. The scent of citrus and fir. Like a drink. I’d like a drink. Something stronger than coffee. They’re holding hands. In love, most likely. Maybe not. Lena sips, cupping the mug with both palms. She’s trying to look calm like th...
