The lights wink out and the small thermostat in the wall too. She is so stifled that he opens the windows. He hangs his jacket. He will need it tomorrow. And he is watching her talk: about saving up for them in the summer. Disallowed from touching her — but he is holding her in the spot of his flashlight. And she is red elbows on pale skin.
He turns the flashlight on its handle with the light up at the ceiling in the room of warm shadows. His tie a gift from his children that she touches with disregard. Her hair descends around their faces like a curtain. Suddenly both of them are laughing again because of the extravagant cost they will pay for their lavish hearts.
When the lights come back on, they are gone. A burgundy carpet. Teal flowers in the golden wallpaper. An ice bucket. An unmade bed. A silver wedding band, in the jacket, hung up on the bathroom door. A small thermostat humming in the wall. -FM
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