May 01, 2003 23:34
Flinch
dorli. (G)
Orlando sat next to Dom on the couch, waiting. Not that Dom knew he was waiting, but he was.
Sat through a whole game of soccer.
Goal, smile. Miss, frown.
Get up, cheer.
Sit down. Inch closer.
Barely noticeable.
Dom offers him the bowl of chips; cheeky grin, smiles and ears and crinkles in eye corners. Flashing smile back. Laugh loud and teasing, tempting, goading, sharing.
Late night movie, empty beer bottles standing sentinel on glass. Watching, guarding.
Sober, tired, cushions and limbs. Dom looks tired.
Inch by inch. Hand on hand. Look up! Does. Yes?
He sees the flinch.
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