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Afar

She settled onto the familiar bench just by the entrance of the park, her second home these past few weeks. She pulled out her prop (her psych text), opening the book at random and setting it in her lap. Obviously, though, she didn’t get much reading done. She glanced towards the stretch of sidewalk she could see through the entrance gate, then the patch of pansies a few feet away from her, then down to her watch (it was 1:42).

Gate, pansies, the old woman hobbling by with her walker, gate, watch (1:43), gate, the kid picking his nose, textbook (not that she actually read any of it), watch (1:47), gate—

And there he was, as if on cue. The sun was clearly out to spite her, as the golden rays showed her a hint of red running through his gorgeous brown curls, and made his skin a delicious golden hue. His face shifted slightly – did he actually look her way today? She shifted, her arm reaching for the rest to pull herself up.

Maybe it was a trick of the light.

She could always try again tomorrow.

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