Like Five O'Clock
She pulled the book off its shelf. It meant something else now. He'd quote her in the mirror, at the backs of buses that kept her moving, something she'd said without saying. He would remember for them. She'd forget, without him, the way she wanted. Garland and lights were on her stub. The station was packed, like five o'clock, except it wasn't.
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This is excellent, Parker. Love it.
Thanks, Kathy!
Like this a lot, it's cryptic and very full for such a small space of writing
This has a wonderful rhythm to it, it reads liked poetry.
Thank you both! I'm glad it reads full and like poetry :)
I love the rhythm to this piece. Nice writing, I really enjoyed it. I remember seeing your work up at A-Minor. I’ll have to check out more of your stuff soon!
Thank you, Kari!