Evening aged into night, and we found ourselves closer to each other. Two objects governed by a subtle sexual gravity pulled into orbit. A certainty just as sure as the autumn moon, seen through the windows, circled our world. Barcelona on one–unforgettable–night.
Pleased her son had found it, the white-haired woman regretted it had sat there for years. Neglected. Forgotten. Still… there was a time when it was fast. A Time When It Was Fast – A Flashfiction Scene from Dennis Lowery.
This was long ago when life and the things you enjoyed were in real-time. No recording to watch or replay later. You had to be there.