Prelude
― September is always a little colder, she thought. A light breeze swept past as she stood by the road, waiting for her car to come. She was hoping against hope that she’d get home before curfew. Unlikely. ∙ He stood with her. Her friend. Was ‘friend’ the right word? It didn’t feel like enough, but that’s all they were, really. By definition. Friends. Maybe somewhere between friends and more-than-friends, in some grayer than gray area that she couldn’t quite figure out. ∙ It was the [...].
