story

intrigued by the chase necessary to catch

because the object of their desire is so difficult to catch

to decide what he really thinks about this strange, flamboyant creature.

Neither of these two are likely to compromise and the first major disagreement may be their last.

lost myself in a coffee break, more interest in the cherry on my cigarette than your small talk. i kept smiling, dishing out the simple answers that abuse their privilege of being vocalized. rubbing in the ash that made it way onto my jeans. i saw a slight image of a face appear once i removed my hand, but i know if id told you that, you would give me that look. the one where your eyes turn slightly upward, and one of your dimples appears, a halfway smirk, but not nearly that close to a smile. the pavement was warm, i could feel the humidity sticking to my arms like a cold sweat when your sick, the humidity of warm summer air, the sense that it was going to rain. but for me, something bad happens every time it rains. and i was correct, as usual.