Thursday, November 8, 2007

A flower in his pocket

An ancient blog post under Pay Attention.
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He thought about the nameless girl often, but this was not remarkable. Being consumed by the idea that anyone could be it, he thought about every pretty girl he passed on the street, fell desperately in love with all of them, kicked himself for approaching none of them, put a flower in his jacket pocket just in case, threw it out with the garbage because there was no case.

So again tonight he put on decent clothes and scrounged bus fare from between couch cushions, and stuffed a flower into his breast pocket, because who knows if that girl will be there again tonight, and if she isn’t, there might be someone else.

On his way out, checked how full his bin was.

This is part six of a short-short story series, called Pay Attention.

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