June 17, 2016
It was 6:45 in the evening already; Katherine was still on the phone, catching up with Cheska.
"So, how's Frank?" Cheska asked.
Katherine laughed on the other end of the line. This was the same laughter Cheska has been wanting to hear for quite some time.
"He's alright. While we were having lunch though, he pointed out that we had the same ID cases." Katherine announced with excitement.
"And that makes you feel special?" Cheska asked.
"You know me, I love it when someone notices the little things. It makes me feel like they want to know me more," she replied.
"Ah yes, the little things. Now didn't you mention, that he mocked you for your hand gestures when you talk?"
There was laughter once again.
YOU ARE READING
Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
