>She spoke to him, lips unmoving. He smiled back, with love and his eyes. It was the unspoken language they shared, always.
His wife stood there, a mute spectator to what she could see but which remained intangible, always. She chose silence too, but like the lovers’, her eyes – glaring green – gave her in.
And while we are alliterating, let me please add, this is a first for me – for fun and feedback! Be generous with your comments.