She dashes moisture from her eyes, hides a sniffle in a cough (or am I imagining it?). I shoot a startled glance, say something silly that draws a groan from my supervisor and a weak laugh from her.
Individual differences fascinate me.
Every other day I bury my face, half in despair, lost glances unanswered as he chugs on relentlessly. But it doesn’t scare me anymore (maybe it’s the constant pummeling), it’s a challenge I will learn to handle.
Pretty pale blue deepens into dusk.