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| 04.27.04 (1:28 pm) [edit] |
A stout little man enters the hotel dining room. He wears a faded blue blazer, an outdated collared shirt, dark blue jeans, and bright red converse tennis shoes. And his clothing isn’t the saddest thing about him. He holds a single flower destined for nobody. It’s a daffodil, he thinks. And as his eyes dart around the room, it is evident that he can’t find whatever it is that he is looking for.
He motions to a waiter. But the waiter doesn’t seem to see him. So he hesitates, takes a step towards the waiter, and says, “uh um… excuse me.” But his voice is too frail. Or the waiter pretends not to hear him.
His hands twitch, his feet shake, and he wonders if this was such a good idea after all. She’ll never show up, he thinks. And he’s probably right. She’s a beautiful girl. Or at least, she’s better looking than he is.
He caresses the dying orange-pedaled flower in his hand. “If only it were a rose,” he thinks. And as he imagines what could have been or maybe what should have been, a girl walks through the hotel lobby. It’s her! He takes a step forward and holds his breath. But she passes without even a glance. And he wonders what it’s all supposed to mean.
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posted by: nutcase (reply)
post date: 04.27.04 (5:31 pm)
Crazy. your writing impresses me
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