Walking along the dark country road, he didn't see that
she was watching.
He pulled off his oily t-shirt and swatted at his back
finally stuffing it into the back pocket of his faded blue jeans
where it would swing as he moved along.
Craning her neck she watched
as he rounded the bend
swallowed up on either side by
the scarred birch trees.
A chance meeting
was not
in the
cards.
1 comment:
not this time, perhaps... but around another bend?
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