Now he’s here, waiting for her. He told her to come here early, thinking that they could maybe spend the day with each other. He’d like to. But she needs to show up for that to happen.
So he waits.
For twelve hours.
Joggers pass by, giving him curious looks. But he doesn’t leave.
Countless old ladies sit beside him, feeding the overweight birds with oversized biscuits. But he doesn’t leave.
A man with a hotdog cart passes. He buys a hotdog. But he doesn’t leave.
The drizzling turns to rain, but not the heavy kind. It’s like a light shower, barely there, but you can feel it. But he doesn’t leave.
YOU ARE READING
The Piano Player
Novela JuvenilSome people were born into lives that seem to be written by boy band-obsessed fan girls, or introverted poets, or dreamers that never stop floating into the clouds. With lives full of conflict and interest and changes, they just simply made chameleo...
