joyce_carol_oates – blackandwhiteandcolours

A man’s strength can drain from him

Now I can go home, the danger is past

Time has become disjointed

He would be all right

Her face, she thought, was too small, her chin too narrow

These were serious hiking trails, for serious hikers

She dressed stylishly

The hike had been the man’s suggestion

You never win against the house

All that seemed long ago now

Who can tell us what the next step is?

It brimmed and thrummed like rising yeast