Vaughan Chapman

There was light outside the car windows, and it was her last day of working a temporary assignment for him. He had taken her to lunch. She wore. He wore a blue suit a shade short of navy. He was talking. Warm in the car with the windows closed. He was talking and holding her hand. He was stroking her hand. She was. In his car. In the lot of a shopping mall. The doors, they were tight.