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IN HIS ROOM
CLAUDIA
I was in his room. It was a normal boy’s room, complete with football posters and a desk and chair in one corner.
The door swung closed in a whisper as he came in behind me. I could see his reflection in the window. There was a little bit of greenery where little birds would come to rest in the small shrubs. They were beautiful little things, those birds. I tried to capture their images in my mind so that I could paint them.
Removing the graduation gown, I dropped it on the side chair near his bed.
John moved about, picking up items out of place. He looked nervous, but I felt the same. I was trembling a little; I could feel him do the same. His timid smile found me as he dropped clothing into a small basket in the corner. He took my gown after removing his and
