Saturday 18 April 2015

CONCRETE STORIES


       

"I will cross that bridge when I get there," he resolved to himself.
But he didn't.
And it doesn't matter. 
Because who is to know?

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"She used to scrub the floors in one of those for years."
"Dull work."
"Not really."
"Umm?"
"Her son later bought her all of it."

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    "Come see me. I am where we first met."
"One last time?"
"One last time."

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