foobar137 | Sunday Six: Past Imperfect

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

Not really sure on the name here, but I haven’t found a better one yet. Steve and Darcy, filling the cotton candy bingo prompt ‘wearing pajamas all day’.

She sat next to him on the couch; he was still dressed in his pajama pants, and she had to fight not to get distracted by the view of him shirtless with a day and a half’s stubble covering his face. On the table in front of him lay old pictures and newspaper clippings, organized into folders. She recognized the names on the folders - Dum-Dum, Morita, Barnes. Old comrades, now gone. “What’s this for?” she asked. “Why the sudden bout of nostalgia?”