I’m walking in circles and you ask me if I find it hard to make a decision. I tell you I will answer you later. I have seen every shoulder bag on this street, I’ve asked a stranger where she purchased hers. You wait by the door, ready to snatch at shoplifters or to grab conversation. From my eyelashes, a drop of rain hesitates then falls. The tear of water slips down my face and I say, I never can find the answers. Sunshine on a grey day can be so strange and sad. I don’t manage today so well.
Day 87
February 25, 2010 by Gemma Seltzer
Posted in Age: 41-50, Gender: Male, Location: Shop/Market | Tagged city, conversations, creative writing, gemma seltzer, literature, london, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, strangers, writing | Leave a Comment
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