Waiting For Friends

Waiting For Friends

Grey held the pamphlet in front of her for the fifth time. She still wasn’t sure what it was trying to say, just that it seemed worth a read. Yet when she tried to she just couldn’t concentrate on the words before her. So for the fifth time she put the thing down and glanced out at the square.

People were about, as they always were once the valley was out of direct sun. Hawkers had returned to their stalls, children ran to and fro, and those who wanted to be seen set out to stroll. Grey sat to one side, under the pillars of a building she’d never thought to investigate even though this was her home. Her friends were supposed to meet her there. They were late as usual. Only she seemed to prize the time they had and wanted to be places on the dot.

At least it gave her more time to read, Grey thought as she lifted the pamphlet for another go. Before she even got to the second sentence she crumpled the thing and threw it away. It wasn’t going to work.Today they weren’t their normal late. The valley was now fully encased in shade and even the top reaches of towers were out of direct sunlight. They should have been there.

And if they weren’t coming, well then Grey had things to do. Not necessarily better, but other things she could do. Like find something worth reading. So she stood up and headed into the square, kicking the pamphlet under a trash can as she went.


Today’s art is courtesy of Ryan Gitter from Seattle, USA.

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