She met him on a chatline, y’know, like one of those ones where people just say shit like they’re tossing stones in a pond to see who the ripples touch? He was depressed, she could tell. So she asked him, like, what do you do? And he said, I’m waiting.

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6 thoughts on “Waiting

    • In the simplest terms, Jacqueline, she’s asked him what he does and he’s answered but, in the way I’ve written it, that vacuous, discursive style so common today, I wanted to make it difficult to decide whether it does have any mystery in it…?

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