she stepped up out of the mouth of the subway. a gust of wind splashed her face with a few raindrops of the finishing storm. it was a refreshing chill after being in the stifling heat underground.
her pace was slower than normal due to a growing headache. each footstep pounded her skull so she padded lightly on the cracked sidewalk. at least the rain was helping cool off her head.
she reached the street corner and her book bag started to vibrate. it was either a text or a voicemail, she thought, until it kept going. a smile slipped across her face as she tried to guess the caller and as she pulled the phone out of her bag the smile faded.
i really don't want to write about that - it's an unhappy subject and while my mind requires me to write about it i refuse to :(
not tonight.
2 comments:
Understandable...
i hate when the past gets in the way. one day, i'll be strong enough to write about that too. ^_^
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