Pine Nuts

Dance me to the end of love

Claire J. Harris
Aug 12, 2019 · 11 min read
Photo by Thomas AE on Unsplash

“I know why we will break up,” he said suddenly. He was lying on their bed and lazily smoking a cigarette. It was a late Sunday morning, a time when they should have been reading the newspaper, but they never bought the paper. There was an unspoken agreement between them not to let the world intrude, as though their happiness would crack under the slightest pressure.