John and Jane

Every time she stood near him, time curved. Space warmed. Air thinned.

“Look, Jane, look! A spot on the sun!”

“Don’t stare at the sun, John.”

“Are we going to be happy, Jane?”

“Wait for me to kiss you.”

Air thinned still further.

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