conversation at work. {her}

Sitting on the couch in the staff room, I indulge in daydreams of him, as I always do. I imagine him walking in the room right this moment, and how we would say hello, and be polite and civil towards one another, carefully treading that fine line that separates distance from intimacy and acquaintance fromContinue reading “conversation at work. {her}”

conversation at work. {him}

As I stride past the room, our eyes meet, as if she had been expecting me all along. It takes me a moment to realise it really is her, but it is Wednesday after all, and she is always here on Wednesdays. I retrace my steps and make my way to the door. She looksContinue reading “conversation at work. {him}”

the shackles of social rules.

She watched him walk away. The further he went, the stronger the feeling of regret she felt. But something about this time was different. Although she had said very little – as had been the case almost always – she realised now it was not because she was shy. She had words to say; sheContinue reading “the shackles of social rules.”

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