imaginary conversation.

They stood fairly close to one another: if they but slightly extended their arms, their hands would most surely touch. However they did no such thing, and only stood calmly with this short comfortable distance between them. “Thank you for playing on Sunday,” he went first, “I see you got some nice feedback!” “Yeah, everyoneContinue reading “imaginary conversation.”

honest conversation.

She wanted, and was considering how, to express herself. She had bluntly blurted out that there was something she wished to speak to him about, and now that he sat quietly, expectantly, she knew not what to say first. All the words she had rehearsed in her mind for weeks no longer sounded appropriate orContinue reading “honest conversation.”

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}”

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