THE IMPONDERABILIA OF EVERYDAY EXISTENCE

June 6, 2011

June afternoon

More than a year later, he squirms in his chair in a room that has cars honking outside the bay window every two seconds. Meanwhile she finally gets her fifteen minutes of much needed rest, after a day that consisted of walking from bank to bank getting the day's chores out of the way. 

He's not happy. She is.
And now he is out to break the silence again, but is she listening?

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