"SUSAN", PART THREE
His voice gruff, the man said, “ Look, I’ve brought some coffee with me, would you like some?” Wiping the back of her hand over her eyes, Susan said “ Yes, that would be nice. Thank you” “ Oh, by the way, I’m Julian.” “ I’m Susan.” His hand was warm and firm around hers, and she felt hers hold it tightly for a few seconds, as if grasping a lifebelt in a stormy ocean, this innocent, asexual touch warming her even more. Then, highly embarrassed, she hastily released his hand, and stroked the dog.... Sign in to see full entry.