phil

“I only lied when it mattered.” She said as she ground the cigarette into the door jamb of our house. It was still snowing and she pulled the black wool hood over her head until I couldn’t see her eyes. White delicate flakes landed and disolved to dark spots on her coat. She shuddered and her body compressed into the smallest possible shape against the cold. I couldn’t say anything. I just watched it all melt.