Before sunrise
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Fiction.
The city was quiet enough to hear a tram turning a corner.
They hadn't slept much. The conversation had wandered through old memories, embarrassing questions and an idea neither quite knew what to do with.
"Well," she said. "That's out in the open now."
He waited.
"Does it change anything?"
She thought for a moment.
"Not this morning."
The kettle clicked off. They had toast. It was a good morning.