short fiction · September 24, 2008 0

young and free

She is young.  She is single.  She has no ties.  She could up and leave at a moments notice.  She could travel the world if she wanted to.  Every day she sits in the same coffee house, at the same time, drinking the same drink, wearing the same dark blue colors.  She sits talking to the same elderly woman.  Each day she tells the elderly woman how much freedom she has to do what she wants to do.  Even the economy doesn’t effect her. She knows what time it is.  Each day she returns to the same coffee house, at the same time, and orders the same drink.


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