She leans in and once more her lips brush against my cheek. “You're not alone anymore. Good Night, Clark.”
“Good Night, Lois.” I can no longer stifle a yawn.
And before I can even think about what it all means, I feel myself drift off to sleep.
Hearing them speak to each other like this is so sweet. Don't worry Clark, with Lois by your side Captain Hook ( Trask ) hasn't got a chance!
Hello! I meant to add this the first time.
Before I head to the barn, I lower my glasses and scan the immediate area. There's no one here but us. To be completely sure I reach out, searching for any sound that is not the rustling of grass, the gentle song of crickets, the million noises that a human would call quiet.
Beautiful description of quiet. It is never completely silence, there is always some measure of sound in the world.
Thanks for posting this Bakasi, it won't be Ficlet Friday without your contributions!
