'Where in the universe do we want to go today?'
Sat in at his desk, he stretches out the mid-morning. The controls at his fingertips wake up and in the garden the machine hums.
She yawns and then dangles herself over his back like a cape.
He holds her arms across his chest and she kisses him on the cheek.
The pair of them gaze out across the wildflower prairies that surround the house. The spots of colour on the petals daubed in the honey gold of the morning sun.
'Maybe nowhere,' she says. The smell of coffee wafts in from the kitchen. 'Maybe we just stay here.'
Paddy Dobson
3rd December 2021