She closes the book and leans back, sighs. Out the window the birds fly past, whipped into a frenzy by the sound of the jets. When the jets pass over the spoon rattles in the coffee cup.
She closes the book and leans back, sighs. Out the window the birds fly past, whipped into a frenzy by the sound of the jets. When the jets pass over the spoon rattles in the coffee cup.