A Portrait of the Regulars

by solaris2001

The essence of their relationship could be captured in their Saturday morning ritual from early April until early November of rising at dawn, donning fresh black running gear, jogging to Starbucks to sip scalding Earl Grey from paper cups while sitting in silence on metal frame rattan chairs on the patio, and running, in silence, for exactly one hour along a circuitous route beneath the elms and maples standing in neat rows along the crackless streets of their subdivision until reaching their front door, walking upstairs, stripping bare in front of one another, and showering in separate bathrooms before fucking.