Pink Exotic Flower, Maddy Foletta ’22, digital photography
stowed some in the trunk. Natalie took a moment to access her surroundings. The oranges and the browns of the desert were magnified by the setting sun, shining brightly in her eyes. The past seemed to pull her back violently. She felt her heart aching. But she would not reveal this to David. Not yet. The two sat beside the fire -- mesmerized by the flames, neither of them uttering a word. “I-” They both began at the same time -- interrupting one another. “Oh, you go ahead,” said Natalie expectantly.
“No, I was just going to say I don’t know where to begin.” “Me neither,” Natalie admitted. “I have to say I’m not sure why you dragged me out here, how this is supposed to help.” “Me neither,” repeated Natalie. “Something told me I had to and I don’t know why. There’s so much we have to talk about and I’m not sure how to start.” The fire blazed on, crackling under the dusk sky. The husband and wife refused to meet each other’s eyeline. continued next page The Publication of the Arts
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