Warmed And Bound: A Velvet Anthology - Plot & Excerpts
Three feet above the low tide mark the rug doesn’t move.The hands of the watch glide silently over the Greek key pattern in red and gold. The time reads 10:52 a.m. His silent protest these seven years, but no one ever looked that close. She always made sure he wore the watch because she bought it to make him appear distinguished.The rock he sits on is half submerged and worn smooth, and he takes off his shoes. His jacket lies crumpled behind them and he has to fight the compulsion to fold it in half and then in half again. Stepping out onto the darker sand the ocean water wells up from within each successive footprint.The moon is full in every watery footprint and in the distance the seagulls sleep along the pier. His slacks are getting wet and losing their crease. The waves wash over his path once, twice, and the third time it’s like he was never there.The sand washes from underneath his feet and he imagines some of it swirling up and settling into the cuff, and when he looks over, the waves have reached the end of the rug.
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