Platter

It was a work party but no one wanted to admit it. We hovered over the cheese plate in the kitchen, close enough, but just apart from everyone else.

“So,” one of us said and the other shrugged, mouth full crackers.

It smelled like winter outside. We didn’t know what to do with our cigarette butts. So we walked across wet sidewalk stones and tossed them in the street.

We caught bits of conversations as we moved, but nothing interesting enough to make us stop. Maybe they did that on purpose, we each thought, without mentioning it to the other.

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