no by Peter Humphreysno o no that isn't her surely no I do not think so no definitely not no she could not have changed that much no and yet may be yes perhaps that turn of the head maybe she dyed her hair god I am in a bit of a panic now just in case it is her could she recognise me would she recognise me thinning hair and all tireder eyes body wrecked maybe she will yes perhaps she still loves me yes maybe so maybe it is her should I say hi or would it be too embarrassing can't blush must not blush bad form after all I did dump her sort of god and she nearly jumped and damn I never said sorry not a word and I nearly died at the thought yes I nearly did maybe I should say that first yes that is a good idea but what if it isn't her no must stop sweating like a child o no no she is turning and walking towards me o no no my daughter squeezes my hand hard so hard I smile at her I freeze I say sorry she moves past unmoved unheared untouched unknown no 03/06/2007 Posted on 03/06/2007 Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
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Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 03/06/07 at 05:39 PM Brilliant story, and the style radiates panic. |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/06/07 at 07:23 PM Hi Peter. This is so interesting. This prosaic form, run on and on...the way it happend in the mind, is great. Enjoyed this, much. Thanks. |
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