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Walking away (Part II)

She sat in Barista with her laptop, typing away with concentration framing her forehead and lips. Two coffee stained cups sat on the table. One thousand words later, she closed the laptop and paid the bill. She walked outside into the humid evening, planning to walk straight home. Then she saw him strolling by -… Continue reading Walking away (Part II)


Walking away (Part I)

She looked at him for a second. Then she walked a few feet and looked back again. Was he looking back at her, she wondered? She walked with a slight sway like she had seen models do on Fashion TV. Her hair was down and shining from the morning's hair care routine. He would be… Continue reading Walking away (Part I)