Monday, February 25, 2008

Imperfect Fit

He climbed into the driver's seat, beside me. Starting to tell me about the awful accident and the state of his involved vehicle.
"Aww, poor baby"
I leaned over for his hand, drawing circles on his palm with my index finger, listening intently and sympathetically.

When familiar faces came up in front of the windscreen, smiling laughing and waving, he waved back, then slipped my hand into his.
I turned to him, a tad suprised, but he smiled back at me. I really liked his smile.
Our fingers awkwardly entwined, i let go to slip my hand into his, properly this time. But i couldn't.

Our hands,
they didn't fit perfectly.

-- December 20th 2007

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