Mina didn’t wake her immediately. Instead, she sat in the dark, watching the slow rise and fall of Elara’s chest. The dashboard clock ticked to . January 16th. Officially the middle of a cold, quiet month. No holiday. No anniversary. Just a Tuesday bleeding into Wednesday.
“Always,” Mina said again.
“Where…?” Elara whispered, her voice gravelly. Loving ladies 2024 01 16 -- 00-33-1226-04 Min
“I’m fine.” Mina wasn’t fine. Her lower back was a knot of tension, her eyes were gritty, and her right hand had gone numb from gripping the wheel. But looking at Elara, she felt something closer to invincible than tired.
“Hey,” Elara said quietly.
The road stretched ahead, dark and endless. The clock ticked past . The 16th was still alive, if only for a little while longer. And Mina drove on, Elara’s hand resting on her knee, the both of them loving each other in all the small, unremarkable, extraordinary ways that loving ladies do.
“Sharing?” Elara asked.
“Well,” she said softly, “you are.”
Elara turned to face her fully. The orange glow from the Waffle House sign painted half her face gold. “Nothing. Except that it’s today. And I’m here. With you.” Mina didn’t wake her immediately
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