West Essen
By Asa Montreaux West Essen nested over the falls proudly, quietly. There were few people on the streets. The patio was at the outermost of the city. It looked over the cliffs, down for a while. They sat caught up in the hush. ‘Surely you are not going to leave from me all at once.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Just don’t put me through that.’ ‘I love all this from me. You can’t even say it.’ ‘Well. Just sit with me through this food.’ It was only eleven now. They had been out for a few hours. The town wasn’t listening right now. It was hard to tell if there words were real. He looked off over the cliffs. He grimaced a little. He felt himself sweating a little. They were in something of a mood. The air was very moist. She didn’t look very attractive right now, he thought. He could see her better when he squinted at the glare from the water. ‘I’m full.’ ‘I’m going to finish this now,’ she said. He didn’t say anything. He rubbed his face wi...