Thursday, March 11, 2004

Did You Have a Good Day?

He had a scowl upon his face. She had a smile.

Did you have a good day at work? she asked, her eyes on his scowl.

No, he said without turning his head. Not a good day.

What happened?

Nothing.

She sat for a moment.

Want to talk about it?

No.

And they sat in silence.

But the breeze was from the east. And the wild onions were blooming at the foot of the Cedar Elms. And the compose pile was hot. And the sound of children at the soccer fields drifted in the air.

Tomorrow will be another day.


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