A Quarrel

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After that failed intercourse she asked if something had been wrong. She coiled in muteness and ventured an old book from the shelf in my mind. I dived into her seabed where corals petrified among untrampled seaweeds. When I emerged gasping, our bedroom had grown black; she had fallen asleep; her tears, another ocean.

© Sukasah Syahdan