Moments, Unnoticed
Must he cry, must she cry he wondered he wandered. It was no less an incident, no less an accident that we two must end up together and gaze on each other and cry. Weariness crept in oh so slowly and oh so subtly, that she still thought he loved her, not seeing what he felt, not feeling what he saw. It was there no longer, perhaps a little of it left, but not much. Not much. “Hmm.” “What?” A big city, he thought. He was walking nonchalant self-absorbed indifferent ill at ease. Oh dear, oh my a lady said as he passed by. He turned to look at some spilt coffee; he laughed quietly. Brown liquid dripped from the table, hot liquid. Ow, ouch. Let me help you with that someone said and the waiter came flustered and cleaned it up. He walked on, forge forward not looking back. Went into a bookstore, took out his wallet peered in it. A lot of money, he smiled. A lot of expendable money. What shall I buy? What shall he buy someone thought who saw him with the wallet and the expend...