Friday, July 12, 2013
2 minutes! Go!
She floated by on whistled tune and windsong. Around her, the city made it's usual blips and burps and smells. She was above it, or something. A forcefield. She wasn't even sweating. He watched her from the safe corner of an outdoor cafe, hoping that she would pass back by. It was respite. It was hope. She was a sanguine promise from the summer heat. He tipped his glass and stood up slowly. She might come back. Might not. Sometimes, you take what you get and don't push your luck.