Just Until Monday--
--A Shorter Story of Daring Thoughts on a Darling Wall.
"Wait."
The sharp sound of the soft word pauses her, momentarily. She does not turn.
He bends at the waist, delicately imprisoning a lush blade of grass between two insignificant fingers. It is torn with an unheard sigh from the velvet field of green.
"Look. . ."
She turns.
"Look at this," he tells her, reminiscently, ''It's beautiful, really. Of all the chances. . ." A chuckle.
Curiosity. "I don't understand," she says, lacking understanding, "Of all the chances of what?"
"Of this!" He bursts, raising 'this' most triumphantly into an obstinate sky, "Of the r