Whispered Goodbyes
A fleeting kiss, a risky touch, and the thrill of young love — all hidden in the narrow space between goodbye and being caught.
They stood in the narrow hallway, barely five or six feet across, the front door just ahead of them and the living room door a step or two behind. The soft glow from a hallway lamp caught on the gloss of the painted walls, and every sound seemed to travel too far, bouncing faintly between them. Even the slow rustle of fabric as they moved felt sharp in the stillness. From the living room, the low murmur of the TV bled int...