She cannot be reached. I have tried, oh believe me, I have tried.
She is defensive. She hides behind barriers, she is impermeable.
I have seen her, striding purposefully along the city streets, head held high, gaze fixed firmly on the middle distance. She never makes eye contact, ignores the hesitant smiles of baristas, waiters and newspaper vendors. She is ice, personified.
Or is she? Her breath quickens now and again, as if a thought has penetrated, as if her fertile imagination has flooded her mind with colour and light.
I am needy, I confess. I want her to be thinking of me. Just me.
Here is my latest entry for Three Word Wednesday.
This week, the words are:
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