Summer Nights

Arms tucked tight around shoulders and their lips stained purple with wine, Fox and Badger stumbled along the path chewed out from the grass by a thousand feet a day. The bottle, no more than a few mouthfuls left, swung loose from Badger’s hand as they sang and laughed to themselves.

They fell to the grass between two trees, trunks curved and jutting out over the steep bank of the canal.

Passing the bottle back and forth, smiles when fingers touched, taking small sips, they stared at the shimmering white reflections of the streetlights on the water of the canal.


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