Catch
a
Breeze
“Do you want to be a mother?” he asked her. The gin
and tonic glasses sweated in their hands, ice cubes
melting after a brief clinking. They sat in beach
chairs on his tiny outdoor deck above a tinier backyard, trying to escape the airless indoors, but the
heavy July air still stuck to their bodies. His tent was
erect behind them; he’d been sleeping out here the
past few nights to try and catch a breeze.
Photography by Rebecca Dimovski
She didn’t answer. Stuck a finger in her glass to poke
at a lime. Slowly sucked the gin off her skin. Leaning
forward, her heart beating faster, she stared into the
glass before tilting her head back and draining the
last few drops. The wedge of lime hit her nose.
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