Wednesday, May 23, 2007


Unable to focus on her work, she resigned herself to the meandering of her mind and stared out the window onto the sun-bathed street below. The trees were finally beginning to fill out with fresh new leaves, the colour of silly childhood summer afternoons, and in the distance she could hear the buzz of a lawnmower and the cacophony of construction crews. She closed her eyes and sighed as the refreshingly cool mid-spring breeze washed over her, its brusqueness biting into her arms and face. Longing to be away from this place, to be out there in the breeze, she opened her eyes and looked to the distant tree-encrusted hills. As her eyes scanned the horizon, she shook her head and smiled to herself, enjoying the fantasy of heading out on a journey for destinations unknown.

The phone rang shrilly in her ear, startling her back to the monochramatic reality of office life. As she lifted the receiver and began to listen to the caller describe his quandry, she tucked her hopes back into their hiding place with a small sigh, and returned her mind to her work.

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At 8:56 PM, Blogger JMH said...

I have a coat with a pocket in which to hide my hopes. The only problem is that the pocket's zipper is broken and those damn hopes have wings.

At 5:23 AM, Blogger jenn said...



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