483.

Each time he read a new post in her blog, he imagined it to be a personal leter addressed to him.

482.

He was a sensitive plant.

481.

Green piano against a white wall, notes echoing from the past.

480.

In India they eat their mangoes hot.

479.

The bright red watch peeked from under her repectable white sleeves.

478.

They had church-sanctioned sex.

477.

If she wanted her to, she would kill the cockroaches too.

476.

Half a foot on a boardwalk.

475.

Goarded on by her, they played a playful tug-of-war.

474.

The water looked like cloth.

473.

The turtles were eye-level with their running shoes.

472.

She showered until her fingertips looked like prunes; and then she showered some more.

471.

She refreshed the blog obsessively.