Monday, December 08, 2008

Show, don't tell

The cold sunlight flickered like lace against her face as it passed through the metal fence the next day. She had gone to the sushi restaurant, as planned, the night before. Having sat for over half and hour, waiting with a cup of hot tea in her hand, she left, walking into the snow. Standing in front of the pink, blinking fortune teller sign across the street, she smoked a cigarette and still, watched the restaurant. Holding hot thoughts in her hands, she went home to face this silence, watching the snow.

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