A Wreckage At The Top Of The Atlantic

The moon shoots huge columns of light across the dimly lit dorm room directly into the eyes of her and he is trying hard to get a look into them. They are lying side by side on his full size bed, naked and panting, heads almost touching. These are the warm electric minutes before sunrise in Richmond. He wants her to look into his eyes too, to stare right back at him, but her eyes glaze over him as if she's looking through him. An illegal air conditioner keeps the two cool in an attic single in Atlantic House.
"So...you're not going to talk to me?" He asks.
"Mmmm...nope" She giggles.
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