
The Dance
Matthew was still on the bridge when Alice found him. He saw her reflection in the water as she stood next to him—her actual reflection, this time, not a conjuration—and felt the pressure of her shoulder against his as she leaned against the rail and gazed sadly across the water. They stood that way for a while, not speaking, listening to the music from the pavilion, and then all at once she smiled. She nudged him, ever so slightly, with her shoulder.
“You’re very quiet.”
Matthew nodde...
Published on June 12, 2014 01:00