Sublime

I’ve been bored all my life, he thought, and now I am fifty: everything is behind me, and nothing is ahead.

Their talking was like a river, always flowing, delirious

How long will you go on living your life, as if you were balancing on a ribbon?

Michael poured himself a drink, still knowing this kitchen, inhabiting it. Every so often he moved past her and touched her gently, almost subconsciously, in the small of her back. She realised that she missed him doing that, the possibility of him doing it.