Church bells sound on the hour, like every hour. There is still no knock at the door.
“What a beautiful day to waste waiting inside for someone who won’t come. “
The 20ft wall goes up. A skeptical look hinders a soft young face as bitter words, bitter thoughts, and an unsympathetic memory fills the silence of the un-arrived guest. All her clever thoughts seem dull and pointless.
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