"Fine!" and he walked out the door and let it slam loudly behind him in a most dramatic fashion. His boots now stomping the littlest of living organisms into pure oblivion as he trudged from the front porch of the house. Just then, from behind, a voice came ringing through the thick southern evening air. The sun was a bright neon orange and pink and through the brightness of the sunset he saw her figure on the steps. "Come back to me" her eyes put a puppies to shame and made babies look like demons and then he ran. He ran towards her in a most intentional way so as to show her his care. He ran for her, he ran for him, he ran for them and for love and for hate and for frustration and longing. He ran for desire and the soft feel of the skin that covered the one that he so dearly loved. He jumped the three small front steps, grabbed her face and kissed her mouth as though the Savior was on His way. All the while her thin evening dress blowing in the cool autumn breeze and the sun shining down on the day with most approving eyes.
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