strains of solo choral music wafted through the air, echoing as Held by arms that perhaps if sung in a mountainous cavern, longed for security, finding it in the notes blending in with the this pleasure, Brett pulled landscapes. Laurie looked up as back, feasting on this happiness the notes resonated through the with quiet eyes. been a “It’s room, notes lying gently on her pleasure,” he remembered saying ear, and notes she could not the first time she met him outside explain in her experiences, but his locomotive cab at Union that caught her attention. Station, and now, surrounded by Brett stood back still serenity, and the promise of watching, patiently, as if he warmth, here was the blending of awaited a signal for his next memories and the making of their move. Laurie turned to him; he future. She held to him, drew her to his warm, strong responding to his touch, and then body as the music softened disengaged herself as she realized around them. She removed his that to stay here would mean glasses, caressed his reddish gray crossing a boundary line. She held beard letting her fingers linger on his hands and stepped back. his warm skin for a moment. Their like it?” he asked “You kiss came as the harmonizing needlessly. voices faded away, leaving the Her smile answered his room in quiescence. Now the question. ticking of the grandfather clock’s pendulum moving back and forth have so many “You became the dominant sound in memories here.” the room. Lost for a moment in the kiss and the colors and the “Yes.” silence, Brett’s house embraced Brett couldn’t share all those Laurie, and yet, distant voices memories with her today. Some from the past echoed here, shrill of them were painful; the cries of displeasure or accusation. arguments, the sadness, the
strains of solo choral music wafted through the air, echoing as if sung in a mountainous cavern, the notes blending in with the landscapes. Laurie looked up as the notes resonated through the room, notes lying gently on her ear, and notes she could not explain in her experiences, but that caught her attention. Brett stood back still watching, patiently, as if he awaited a signal for his next move. Laurie turned to him; he drew her to his warm, strong body as the music softened around them. She removed his glasses, caressed his reddish gray beard letting her fingers linger on his warm skin for a moment. Their kiss came as the harmonizing voices faded away, leaving the room in quiescence. Now the ticking of the grandfather clock’s pendulum moving back and forth became the dominant sound in the room. Lost for a moment in the kiss and the colors and the silence, Brett’s house embraced Laurie, and yet, distant voices from the past echoed here, shrill cries of displeasure or accusation. Held by arms that perhaps longed for security, finding it in this pleasure, Brett pulled back, feasting on this happiness with quiet eyes. “It’s been a pleasure,” he remembered saying the first time she met him outside his locomotive cab at Union Station, and now, surrounded by serenity, and the promise of warmth, here was the blending of memories and the making of their future. She held to him, responding to his touch, and then disengaged herself as she realized that to stay here would mean crossing a boundary line. She held his hands and stepped back. “You like it?” he asked needlessly. Her smile answered his question. “You have so many memories here.” “Yes.” Brett couldn’t share all those memories with her today. Some of them were painful; the arguments, the sadness, the
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