Sammi Cox # 89 Silhouette 14.1.19
He sees a shadow by the far corner of the Piazza. Blinks — it’s gone. The slanting dusk light makes a soft sepia shape of her briefly. His heart contracts with longing.
Noonday sun brings clarity. All at once she is there — bustling, solid, loud, tendrils of flaming red hair curled around her ears, gold earrings glinting. Close enough to breathe in.
‘It’s you, here, now ‘ …….