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Waiting Games
Some questions have no answers.
A blank space of a young woman sat in a room that felt just as empty.
Black folding chairs lined all four walls, and there was no entrance or exit. Sloping windows looked out onto yet more white noise of landscapes as if everything were hidden behind a blur of fog. But it didn’t matter. She had no eyes for the outside anyway. None of it meant anything to her.
But still she sat in her chair, her hands folded in her lap, as she heard the tick-tick-tick of an unseen clock. Her heartbeat kept time too, just in a different way. Waiting — that was her purpose in these moments.
She knew she was waiting for him.
Him — so mysterious, perhaps, but even the idea of him was vague like a portrait hiding in the first mystery of an empty canvas. But she had the proof in the only possession she had: a business card with the picture of an average man of average looks with an average name. He shouldn’t have had any right to be so special or meaningful.
Yet he was. Somehow. She was still trying to work out the why of it all.
So she waited with the bated breath of a person counting seconds till bad news would be delivered. She glanced at her hands, inspecting her nails, but there was no real meaning to the gesture. It was just another…
