"I miss him", she said, "you have to save me."
"Why do you miss him?"
"What's the reason any woman misses a man? Because he's good in bed."
Sherry shot her a scathing look. Sometimes Sarah forgot that she was gay.
"Sorry - I meant - I know that was hetero-normative."
"It's ok", Sherry sighed, placing her hand on the back of Sarah's shoulder. Her hand stayed there a moment too long, and when she lifted it, the look between them was awkward.
Nearby, the fountain fluttered, and the trees were silent. Not the listening type of silent - it was more like they were asleep, dreaming, oblivious to the silly human dramas taking place beneath their branches. Sarah stared at the water.
"What are you thinking?" Sherry asked.
"How much fun it would be to flow away, seething into the earth like a lost dream."
"God you're deep" said Sherry, taking a drag from her cigarette.
Sarah shrugged. "I try", she said.
Their kiss tasted like raspberry.
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