55 Fiction - Every Friday

In the summer afternoon quiet, he helped the Ashramites collect the white cotton towels drying on the line. Bathing with his clothes on today, out on the mossy stones next to the well, with the rest, he had missed being perfectly naked in her tub with the door closed to the world outside, with her.

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