One whistle away

March 10, 2010

Though she tried to keep away, she kept waking in the night right next to him, her leg against his. This betrayal angered her, and some nights, kept her from sleep entirely. In the morning, she rolled away gently, hoping to slip from the bed before he woke. He never had really known how to touch her, anyway. She was one train whistle away from escape.


  1. Ah, ambivalence.

  2. Querulous Squirrel, indeed.

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