The young man kissed her tenderly as she folded her arms around his neck. Running one hand through his hair as the other gripped her flashlight. The late autumn breeze caused the house to creak. Decaying floorboards seemed to shift to the left, then back into place. The young man’s flashlight stood on its end, lighting up the tiny upstairs room. Slowly, he unzipped the windbreaker the young lady was wearing. Letting out a thin, pleasant gasp, she drew him tighter as she pushed herself against the wall. Placing his hands on her hips. He moved to kiss her neck. Moaning through a whisper, she wet her lips. As the young man continued. The young lady felt a tender caress on her cheek. The young man's hands had left her hips and were now moving up her shirt. Opening her eyes in a panic. There, standing in front of the exposed window, a man stood dressed in overalls and a checked shirt. His hair short, dark, a patchy mustache clung to his upper lip. A grin inches across his face,
The apartment was hollow, with the drapes drawn close. Splinters of the evening sun drifted through. As the man walked through the dwelling, no audible voices echoed from the walls and ceiling. His toes and ankles cracked with each footfall. Engaging the lamp switch, the air conditioner bellowed to life. Draping the cavity of the structure in Arctic air. Soft white light filled the master bathroom. Dark rings surrounded the man’s eyes as he gazed into the mirror. Fatigued was his body from the lack of sleep. Apprehensiveness pulsed through his veins as he tried to brush his teeth. The minutes ticked by. Undressing, the man started the shower. Steam copulated with the mirror before he entered. The hot water ran over achy muscles. Releasing the fragments of sorrow. He never imagined that he would be in this place. Especially after being away so long. The feeling of being alone is a foreign concept to him. When every waking moment of being surrounded by his family. Kids running a