LESS THAN HALF A DAY, a short love story. prt 8 By Christos Chrissopoulos

8. Friday, March 18, 2011

I will write hastily of the only hug, which I remember only through my hands. She did hold me, this I know. Or was it just the kiss; and the gentle turn of the head? And then, did she walk slowly or fast? Was I leading her, or was she dictating our route? If the latter was true, why was I looking at the road and not at her?
- “Do you prefer to walk?”
- “Yes, let’s take a stroll”.

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Tara says:
I’ll be away for the weekend

Every day the story continues in this spot until the end of March

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