“hey, anne.”
as he said this he placed a new flower behind her hair; a white one.
she didn’t move.
“how are you?”
“…”
he took her hand.
she stared straight ahead.
“promise me you’ll answer one of these days.”
that was when he felt her pinky link with his.
he looked up at her face and smiled.
she still didn’t move.
YOU ARE READING
❝hey, anne.❞
Kurzgeschichtenhe asked questions and waited for her to respond. she never did. [lowercase intended] all rights reserved.
