Admirer Stories

She stares at the dirty ground, knowing it won’t look away. Her shoulders droop; eyes run dry. She is an unwatered flower. Then brown shoes stop before her. Is he just curious? His hand lifts her chin; his light warms her. Dare she believe he’ll be back tomorrow? When the brown shoes return, she lifts her chin by herself. “I see you,” he says. He offers sips from his lips. Her thirst awakens, and she welcomes his hand ben...