We-ll Always Have Summer Site
He turned off the flame. The silence that followed was the loudest sound of the whole summer—louder than the Fourth of July fireworks over the inlet, louder than the gulls fighting over a crab shell. He set the pot aside and leaned against the sink, wiping his hands on a dishrag that used to be a towel.
“What would it be like?” he asked.
I looked at him. The candle on the table made his eyes look like two dark, warm ponds. We-ll Always Have Summer
We never said I love you . We said See you in June. We never fought about the future. We fought about who finished the good coffee, who left the screen door unlatched, whether the tide was high enough for swimming. We kept it small. We kept it safe. He turned off the flame
“That’s sad.”
He turned off the flame. The silence that followed was the loudest sound of the whole summer—louder than the Fourth of July fireworks over the inlet, louder than the gulls fighting over a crab shell. He set the pot aside and leaned against the sink, wiping his hands on a dishrag that used to be a towel.
“What would it be like?” he asked.
I looked at him. The candle on the table made his eyes look like two dark, warm ponds.
We never said I love you . We said See you in June. We never fought about the future. We fought about who finished the good coffee, who left the screen door unlatched, whether the tide was high enough for swimming. We kept it small. We kept it safe.
“That’s sad.”