The elbow on the table, fingertips hiding her lips, she sat, looking at an imaginary point ...
The other hand was holding the front, tapping music morbid. Sometimes his fingers crept into fist sliding down his cheek, leaving a slight mark ...
I heard him sputter, filament life showing that it existed and each cough was getting a little more persuasive giving the exchange a silent conversation stopping nearby ... Whatever
spoke his eyes ... they navigated between the door of the bar, the ceiling and a book ... His body pitched leaving a trace of nausea in the corners of his mouth ... Her shapely eyebrows
frowned a house roof without walls.
The vacuum was there ...
His feet do not touch the ground and gesticulated back and forth mechanically leaving a precipice between the first bar and tiled floor ...
promised to be a suicide?
She leaned forward, eyes impassive, picked up his bag seemed heavy with despair and pulled out a kleenex ....
She blew her nose so much as a whisper escaped from the room. Embarrassed she blushed
muttering inaudible words and plunged in his book where the pages with no letters swirled deign to register in her memory .... His eyes met
mine, I did not know whether to smile at him for fear that she imagines that I was complacent. She stood frozen as
this game is called "statue" and I perceived a little star shine on the edge of its gray-green eyes ... I smiled
weaving a thread friendly, leaving him suspended as a virtual link ...
She took tea with jasmine ...
Marie
The other hand was holding the front, tapping music morbid. Sometimes his fingers crept into fist sliding down his cheek, leaving a slight mark ...
I heard him sputter, filament life showing that it existed and each cough was getting a little more persuasive giving the exchange a silent conversation stopping nearby ... Whatever
spoke his eyes ... they navigated between the door of the bar, the ceiling and a book ... His body pitched leaving a trace of nausea in the corners of his mouth ... Her shapely eyebrows
frowned a house roof without walls.
The vacuum was there ...
His feet do not touch the ground and gesticulated back and forth mechanically leaving a precipice between the first bar and tiled floor ...
promised to be a suicide?
She leaned forward, eyes impassive, picked up his bag seemed heavy with despair and pulled out a kleenex ....
She blew her nose so much as a whisper escaped from the room. Embarrassed she blushed
muttering inaudible words and plunged in his book where the pages with no letters swirled deign to register in her memory .... His eyes met
mine, I did not know whether to smile at him for fear that she imagines that I was complacent. She stood frozen as
this game is called "statue" and I perceived a little star shine on the edge of its gray-green eyes ... I smiled
weaving a thread friendly, leaving him suspended as a virtual link ...
Marie
