Monday, December 14, 2009

92. Pickle



She was talking a blue streak. He looked down trying to appear aloof but he was completely focused on what she was saying. He formulated a response, rethought it and decided it was best to keep quiet for now. She became invigorated by his lack of response and relentlessly assailed him. He waited for her to change tact like she always did. Then it occurred to him bitterly that this time might be different. He would have to seize the chance.