Sharply

"Henceforth what are we?,
when we're thriving in our own greatness, sailing abroad and silky-bellied",
he said.

She said, sharply: "Foremost, we're lovers inwards, inland."

The thought pinched the nerve, scattered.

He grimaced: "Today?"

"Absolutely."

"Everywhere?"

"And back again," she said. "How in this world? Did I ever differ?"

"You are right", he recoiled.

As she moved left, she slid the gun in the second bottom drawer.