Ten Less

Right from the hall door, Silvia saw Jay had fallen asleep, curling up on the couch. It was a miracle he hadn’t knocked the guitar down to the floor in his sleep.

She left the paper cups on the coffee table, put the guitar in its case and searched her bag for her trip blanket.

Jay’s jacket was still dripping on the back of the other armchair and it was plain to see he was cold. She tucked him in, grabbed her latte and went back to her armchair. Out the windows, the platform lights drew static white cones that the rain pierced in a hypnotic dance.

Silvia glanced at Jay and sighed with a mild smile.

She’d never been a fan of spite sex, but this gringo sure made the idea appealing.

If only she’d been ten years younger and ten pounds slimmer.

Then she would’ve felt authorized to wish she were sitting on the couch with him, resting against his side under the blanket.

For starters.

She turned to look out the windows again, as the endless night crawled its way through the storm toward the mo