The Wait
Delays. Train late.
My thoughts wander between reality and what ifs. Our last conversation remembered. Your smiling eyes as well.
Did you pack my favorite chocolates?
Scared to visit the ladies’ room in case we miss each other. Two lovers lock in an embrace beside me. A woman narrowly misses my toes pulling luggage. I rise. Look around. Someone takes my seat. I feel a tug at my side.
“Have you been waiting long?” a voice booms above all.
“Do you have money to pay for parking?” I ask. “My wallet was stolen.”
You tell me you forgot the chocolates.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
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