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By Walker Byrd Submitted by jwb71913 Date: 2004 Apr 21 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.21.17.23.23515]] |
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What was that? Was it a hint? Should I do something? No, its too late. Palms sweaty, Mind is racing, Body twitching. I wish I knew what to do. What was that? There it was again. I blink, its gone. Leaning over, all I see is the back of your hair. Should i say something? "Uh..." the words are forced out. and fall crumbling to the floor. meaningless. walking home, pissed off at myself still stranded at home plate. "Next time," I promise myself, "it will be different." (c) Copyright 2004 walkerbyrd (FictionPress ID:402272). All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of walkerbyrd. |