Wednesday, April 22, 2009

10. My Note.

At 5:08.

I'm at the stop.

I walk up to the notes and there is nothing new. I linger at the stop for awhile and fidget with the piece of paper in my hand. I look to see if anyone is watching me. No one is around. I look down at my note, then look up at L's notes, then back down at mine. I stare blankly at L's note for quite some time and when I snap back, I notice there are people at the bus stop. I don't even know how long I was staring. The note in my hand is crumbled, I smooth it out and put the note in my pocket. I look down the street and start walking; and then I keep walking and walking, away. I pass a green metal trash can that looks like a iron railing that was bent into a circular receptacle. I casually toss the note in with the rest of the garbage, the discarded, the forgotten, the ignored; the best place to get rid of something you don't want to face.

4 comments:

Yet said...

Oh gosh. I'm in such suspense! I must know more! More! Who is L? Why don't you want to face the truth? What's this dark secret? And why does it matter?! I want to know it all! All I tell you!

bard said...

I enjoyed this mysterious snapshot from an unknown life. Well done.

SarahBeth said...

Great post, it left me wanting to know much more! Please, who is L?

mia said...

seems like i'm not the only one who want to know more...is it a dream or real? xxxo

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