Sat at the counter - wood worn, warped, distorted from the contact of a million fairies - I looked down at my porcelain coffee cup, cream swirled at the top, my brow furrowed my face blank and dead.
Marlon looked at me and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Isn't it obvious - I am looking into the abyss." I state dryly.
He takes a gulp of his coffee - hand slides across my back tenderly smoothly. "Be careful or that abyss will be looking back."
I look up at him and grin, "Too late."