by Tim Love He tried to catch her eye across the room. Maybe he imagined that she smiled back, but it was enough for him to start talking to her. "Can you still hear me?" he asks forty years later, sitting by the bed. "Smile for me, that's all I need. One smile." * * * Tim Love’s publications are a poetry pamphlet “Moving Parts” (HappenStance) and a story collection "By all means" (Nine Arches Press). He lives in Cambridge, UK. His prose has appeared in The Forge, Stand, JMWW, Under the Radar, etc. He blogs at http://litrefs.blogspot.com/
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