Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: Christopher Grey - - The heat seemed worst after dusk, as if the layers of summer piled on top of each other under a thick, humid, blanket. That is why he sat on the roof of his building, enjoying a cigarette and flipping through a magazine. The last of his beer was consumed half an hour ago and so he was thirsty, drowsy and fighting a headache. Still, it was cooler up there. He heard sirens below and rose to look out over the street, but stopped. There was lavender in the air and so he knew she was there. "The girl I can't forget," he said without turning. She didn't respond. "Do you remember our song?" His mind fluttered away for a moment, recalling their time in Madrid. Candlelight hovering above the plaza. Red wine. The scent of lavender. "The melody only," he lied. He felt her breath behind him and gentle...

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