Waiting

224-03-march-11th-2018

Waiting (176 Words)

She’d stared out the windshield for hours. It was raining. She could see the rain running small rivers over the parking deck’s smooth concrete. She was gripping the wheel like she was going somewhere, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

They had agreed to meet there at the Subway in the shopping center. She could imagine his face when he saw her. He would be accusing, bitter, but worse than that he would be hurt. She was tired of hurting him. She was tired of hurting.

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