Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Arrivals and Departures

2 comments :

Chana said...

She was late...
He had begun to think that she wasnt going to come. The sun shadows were lengthening as he shuffled his feet trying to find a comfortable position to stand.
He let out a deep sigh.
She wasnt coming. She didnt really want to meet him . He began walking home.
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Her train was so late. She wondered if he would still be there. Would she recognize him?

Anonymous said...

weres my pickle.....oy vey.........i know its in my purse somewhere