January 6, 2011 in Romancesmoker
With the slightest turn of my head toward her, the conversation, which had been flowing easily for long hours, came to a full stop. She was looking straight ahead, out at the bar. I was taking her in directly. Still looking straight ahead, she issued forth the vanguard of a smile. So we remained, motionless, like a ball in flight, at its apex. This was in New York City, one summer long, long ago.