Bridging the Breach

Her misstep caused a crack to form on the wooden floor. His sudden stomp in response added to the depth and length of what became a fissure between them. Then by turns, they jumped up and down with rage on either side of the stage. Next he danced an angry jig that increased the space, sporting a scowl on his face. She would seethe and stay facing the other way, counting to ten. That night the grisly gap remained. But in the morning, she remembered to step lightly and in the space, place a varnished board. He calmly nailed it in place, wearing a smile on his face. They concluded bridging the breach with a fist bump.