April 03, 2018

The Linked Fingers

 Photo by Ryan Franco on Unsplash

It was raining outside around eleven pm. The camping ground was having more than ten tents as guests but none was successfully set a bonfire even they wanted to. Near corner the second step ground we set up a tent. It nearly bed time after a five-hour voyage to the spot we lay our tired bodies side to side.

Neighbors chatters faint along as he shoot a simple question to the small dark air inside the tent; "do you want me to label us?"

We've been friends for five years now with three years pausing because life separated us and social media don't involved us. We've just met again as new person early last year.

That particular time, that particular question, in a moment like that I felt my heart beat faster.

After a long pause he asked: "so?" and put a little finger between us as he waited for an answer.

I linked mine to his.

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