I ask you a detailed question and your answer is simply No. I laugh hard and try again. This time it’s Yes. You have a gap between your teeth, a belly that rests on the counter. I type in my pin code and you make enquiries about my afternoon. You speak in haiku so I respond in kind. Train northbound waiting, delayed inevitably – by wind or else rain. We try again. I squeeze in a long word where a short would do. I take my ticket. It is finally Friday and I am thinking of words or else sleep.
February 26, 2010 by Gemma Seltzer
Posted in Age: 41-50, Gender: Male, Location: Public Transport | Tagged city, conversations, creative writing, friday, gemma seltzer, haiku, literature, london, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, strangers, tube, writing | 1 Comment
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