Little Patuxent Review

“We were alone together at the pool swimming and resting in the sun. It was the slow end of August. The leaves were dark green, the sun running out. We hadn’t seen each other for many months though we had been in love once. That afternoon we were trying to be friends again somehow—perhaps in vain—and spend time together casually, as if the change between us had been slight, had been a shadow lengthening.”