February 2010
3 posts
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There was one other person who did not join the ranks, who followed Lua out the door and into the sunshine. He was a distinguished looking fellow, well-dressed, perpetually sleepy eyes. He approached her from behind. Her hands gripped her waist and she was staring at the sky in concentration. A pair of dress shoes winked up at her. “Comment t’appelles-tu?” he took her hand. “What is your name?”...
care.
Ever been in line for a long, long time? Ever been in line for a long, long time because of one person arguing shamelessly with the receptionist/cashier/person working the desk? You get impatient—even more impatient. You roll your eyes. You’re annoyed. You glance around, wonder (knowing) that everyone else is just as annoyed as you are. You shift your feet, cross your arms, knit your brows,...
You know, I think there was a time when I loved...