#VisDare 127: Snoop

It was late, we were alone in the last train. Patiently I watched you as you checked your messages: I admired the way you kept going, as if everything was normal. We were going home, I knew you'd attempt to make peace, perhaps more. I was a little bemused, hesitant maybe, after all, soon I … Continue reading #VisDare 127: Snoop