One of the Others

Parker contemplated the sliced watermelon.

Her fingers brushed against his, as they reached for the same fruit.

Their eyes met. She blushed. His eyes crinkled with a smile.

 

A conversation ensued, coy comments were passed.

 

Back in the car, she flipped the sunshade open.

Strange to be appreciative of her reflection, floral mask and all.

The silver lining of a dark, pandemic cloud.

 

She drove home, one finger running over the cleft on her lip.

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