November 22, 2020
They tuned in to the evening news to wait for something they already know. On the couch he motioned for her to seat beside him as always, even though he never needed to. It was automatic, tucking herself into his outstretched arm. All these years. Weather came on first, rain is here, it said. They listened for thunder, wind, rain drops but outside there was only nervous anticipation, too aware of itself that one could hear it sigh. Their eyes are glued to the TV now, it’s coming, they know. They wait for confirmation of something they’re already sure of.