Another FWW

ato-the-bean:

From a bit of literary flirting that I wrote earlier today, for Backspace chapter 14 or 15 or whatever the hell it’s up to now:

August 16, 2018
2:37 a.m.

LLAP: I love the sounds of the crickets in your yard at night.

LLAP: Also.

LLAP: I have eaten the oranges that were on the tree, and which you were probably saving for when you got home.  

5:15 a.m.

CP: were they delicious?

5:17 a.m.

LLAP: yes

CP: so sweet?

LLAP: yes

CP: so cold?

LLAP: yes, exactly

CP: you’re a dork, and I forgive you.

LLAP: I really am.  And good.

[in case you don’t recognize the poem: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/just-say]