A figure floats in a caped opalescent gown that drips of water and crystals. As the hand is lifted with a finger that points to me, white drops slowly fall and chimes emit with each movement.
Passersby do just that when there is no common ground.
They swim in the same pool together: When I asked why the relationship was maintained when she loathed the other person so much, she replied "Because I still need stuff from him."
The pressure of many drafts, many versions of drafts for a submittal: each one pings its arrival in an email and I wonder why googledocs isn't used instead.
The friend is one who stays close, unbidden, during bright and dark times.