Tag: graffiti

She started choosing her words carefully.
Even on the day she was to leave he was sullen. Not talking. Frowning.
Her mouth curved as though she were about to smile.
The rush of time that passes so slowly and so fast.
She knew what he was trying to say.
You can’t blame them, they’re like anyone.
Don’t be worried if there’s some strange noises, it’s part of the play.
Moods pass. Things look up.
I think you’ll be pleased!
But what was his business?
He’s been so many places and has things to say.
It was her world, so familiar she took it for granted.
That’s all there was about it.
Can you think of anything?
Don’t you get bored sometimes?
She would not make any mistakes this time.
This village isn’t right.
This journey has been endless.
It’s just a thing people say.
You know what you look like?
It’s down to us to keep going.
Do you want to do something?
But the world will ask us questions.
I sit there for a long long time.
People don’t travel so much these days.
It’s the only sensible response.
I told you, I don’t want any trouble.
Whether this is relevant or not, nobody knows.
But this is not an alternative universe.
We’ve spoken about this before.
And what would we get in return?
He seemed entirely at peace.