He wandered around alleyways, Searching for the place Of their rendezvous. Like a dead man walking, He inched into the hidden café And inhaled the caffeinated aroma As if it were a drug, Breathing in the scent And perking up like a puppet.
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Silent Observer
27 May 2017 She wasn’t sure what to order. Staring at the chalkboard-hung menus, she scanned through the appetising breakfast options. God only knows how long she stood there deciding -it was a duration long enough for the cashier to ask her “what would you like to order?” twice, only for her to brush themContinueContinue reading “Silent Observer”
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