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Aug 05, 2006 13:19

An observer, correctly placed and correctly timed, might witness:

Les turning into a dark alley, talking to a woman in low, pleasant tones. She is smiling. Has dark hair.

Without interrupting the conversation, he pushes her smoothly up against a brick wall; kisses her bare wrist and touches the planes of her face. Then, hands firm on her shoulders, he dips his head.

Drinks.

Later, he holds her for a minute or two.

Then she leaves.

And now Les is alone.

claire pullman, les

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