Pivot

NY Dispatch Day 174: A flash fiction interlude. A version of “Pivot” was included in The Silent Hustler.

A late night. Too much wine. My wife out of town. Yours as well. We reminisced about the times we had had together — just you and me — our stand against the world. Before we got older. Married. Heavier. “We sure had some fun.” Your eyes said more.

We lay on the couch, closer than we should but too comfortable to move. The heat from your body pressed against mine. You stretched and smiled. I s...