The Ride

He hailed the cab, he opened the door for her. She slid in and he entered after her.

But she did not sit on the other end as usual, instead she sat in the middle.

He knew that it was his chance. She wanted him to make the move. It was written in her eyes.

But her kept his arms on his lap. He turned and looked at her but knew he could not touch her. It would be inviting disaster into her world. She did not need that.

He smiled at her and she smiled back.

He felt her feel the rejection, he hurt for her.

She composed herself.

The ride was silent.

Published: Monday, November 22nd, 2010
Filed under: Experiments in Prose
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