Nicolas N Tellez

El Mar Entrepáginas

Thomas let herself plummet onto the sofa and stared out the windowed wall to the whole of Miami as it lied uncovered beneath, her hands fidgeting with the battered, black notebook. She bent and squeezed it before carefully placing it inside one of the many front pockets of her shirt, then reached for the TV remote and let whatever was on voice over the inevitable cascade of memories—all the while caressing the fabric under which she felt the curves on the water-damaged leather.