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A Thousand Words

Phoebe – Writer

I first saw his darkened smile hiding beneath his brown hair and his round hat. His movements, so very slow. His voice but a whisper in a room of many voices climbing on top of each other. Moving to the music, he walks straight towards me across the room. His eyes try and lock into mine.

I break away. I turn away, I move away.

He is not as interesting to me as he thinks he should be. I am not an animal easily pulled from the pack. He misunderstands the world he attempts to master. I would be just another story to him. Tomorrow he is forgotten and so am I.