Grey Metal
It lay between us. Heavy on the table, glinting cold in the blinking lights.
Christmas - the wind wrapping us in the house. Outside, for miles, are gravel roads that lead behind the airport, near the factories, to dead ends with no streetlights.
Silence between us. And there it is. Waiting for one of us to take it up. To use this moment...
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Old wives tale: When you have a cold, have sex and the cold will go away. Problem is your partner will most likely get it.