storytime

she sat under the overhang of the large stone building with the lions and read her books. her bag lay across her lap, the shoulder strap draped loosely across her shoulders. rain fell on the roof above her head as men in business suits stood dripping umbrellas on her bag. she did not look up.

wind blew bleached hair colored pink and i sat and stared.

the rain stopped and the sea of men in suits with now-wet wing tips filed out from under the stone roof. she slowly put her book away and stood up and joined the crowd.

i watched her walk away.


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