Friday, August 17, 2007

passage 3

In the living room is a picture of the two. They look pleasant at the first few glances, but the photo doesn’t bear scrutiny if you know them. He tends to be hard to read, but here his smile is too stiff at the corners, his eyes slightly hooded; he looks uncertain. The woman is not all she seems either; she’s leaning forward, chin lifted and brows raised like she’s eagerly watching a competition, but her shoulders are dropped, and the lines around her mouth are too straight to qualify as smiling. The story is at the bottom of the photo, where you can just see their hands on his knee. His is clasping hers a little tighter, but these hands are comfortable, familiar with each other. These are old, deeply etched looks, but their hands counteract it with their happiness.

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