It happens all the time.
When will we meet again?
I’ve got to get out of here.
I’ll want time to think about this.
Why are they all looking at me?
Are you awake?
This was such an accurate way to describe it.
We must be getting close!
Are you home?
I wasn’t a stone.
Too much work to do.
Like everything.
We already know the truth.
We need to know the truth.
She has always been a quiet woman.
A lost moment, a blank spot.
Gone Fishin’
I look and listen. I try.
That’s my language.
I’m telling you because I trust you.
He was whispering for some reason.
This is not just a detail.
I don’t really know you.
What are you saying?
Look at where we are.
Words that have shapes and sounds.
She said that her mother’s name was Florence.
He did not try to imagine the lives inside.
There where times when he could not stop looking.
And it was probably normal.
It happened intermittently.
He didn’t know how to explain this.
It was one of the Saturdays that feel like Sundays.
Gone fishin’
This is as far as I go.
What were they talking about?
It looked like a nice day.
Let’s go back home.
What are you thinking?
There was still much work to be done.
He disappeared from view.
They walked in silence, listening to the echo of their footsteps.
There was not much left.
There’s no telling what we’ll find there.
Metal doesn’t need food and water.
Maybe a few weeds growing in cracks here and there.
What a place to be stuck in.
So there is life here, after all.
Bad. No life could possibly exist.
I don’t see why we’re so surprised.
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