Listen, I know it’s been hard. I know we never go out dancing like we used to.
She was mad. He couldn’t even remember why. Sometimes she just woke up that way. And she always looked ugly when she was mad.
MARTIN AND ANDREA BY DAVID MILLER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 01
They took their coffee mugs to the front of the café. Andrea chose two seats looking out the southern window, then turned so she was facing Martin. Martin sat looking…