http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fifi313 The original writings of author Fifi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102891 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 They sat on opposite sides of the bench. His gloved hand crept across the slats and she tucked hers inside her pocket. They fixed their eyes on the periwinkle night swallowing the sky. He wiped a puddle of water from between them whilst she scratched flakes of ivory paint from the metalwork.“W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fifi313/1045101/