Panel #2 in a Series

A slowly developing series
There is a story in th is one. He has worked late and come home in the damp of the summer evening, when it is still light. The word crepuscular kept rolling around on his tongue as he inserted the key and turned the deadbolt. She was there and talking on the phone. He slung his bag on the floor and kicked his shoes off. There was a distant chop-chop from a helicopter at the hospital. The lightbulb in the kitchen flickered behind her head.