Thursday, January 5, 2017

Frozen Out

"Brr. Cold tonight."

The hint falls into the space between them, lands on the skate-scratched ice.

"I'm glad it isn't too crowded." Because you won't be distracted by all the other people. But you are.

"What a beautiful tree. Still, it's a shame they have to cut it down, you know, to bring it here."

A pause to admire the lights. Hands nearby on the railing, an opportunity for some contact, missed.

"You know, the whole tree is dying from the moment they chop it down. But the branches don't know that the roots got cut off. Until..."

Until the whole thing is dead.

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