"My cup is in the sun. So maybe an ice cube."
He walked quietly, so as to not wake the dog, and filled a blue plastic cup with a blend of iced tea and lemonade.
"Thank you. Do you mind if I walk over to the beach and just let the water run over my feet for a bit?," she said with tears still damp on her cheeks.
He nodded, kissed her forehead, and took a long drag of his cigarette. A small grin crossed his face and he thought to himself that for the first time in months, he actually felt free.
Words and photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2020
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