Musings of a Chicago-Born New Yorker

A Story About Waiting

Trying to write more leads to carrying a unicorn notebook everywhere. Hopefully it will lead to more writing of my SimLit. But for now, here’s a short story I wrote that I love enough to share.

A lovely unicorn notebook

A Story About Waiting

She sat there in silence, waiting for him, always waiting for him. In that exact moment, she felt she could wait for him forever. She felt she might have to.

But then he arrived. He smiled when he saw her, his eyes lit up in a way she knew she wouldn’t see again until his final glance when they parted.

He held out his hand, waiting for her to take it, always waiting for her. In that moment, he felt he could wait for her forever. He felt he might have to.

She found his eyes, looking for that familiar light. It wasn’t there, so her hands stayed in her pockets. They both went back to waiting.

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2 responses

  1. Oh, that’s sad. When someone’s eyes light up when they see you, that’s love, isn’t it ?

    December 21, 2018 at 17:15

    • I think so, yes.

      December 22, 2018 at 01:16

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