May 9th

She called me and I set out to meet her again. Part of me was holding back, the other part of me rushed to meet her. My footsteps were quick on the hot street.

We met at her place. Her sister seemed distant, wary, peering at me from her doorway. Medusa smiled at me and embraced me. I held back. The wounds were fresh in my mind, no matter that many of them were self-inflicted.

She was still beautiful, of course. Mere months had passed, the blink of an eye in our eternity. Her coiling hair fascinated me. It was like seeing her anew. We spoke of our adventures in the intervening times. We drew closer, the music and chatter around us dissolving. She talked, I listened. Then I would respond, tease her, test her.

At the end of the night, I walked her home under a starry canopy.