Saturday, July 09, 2005
Tired
It took a while for the news of the blasts to filter in.
When it finally did, post-call fatigue melted away as concern... and fear... filtered in.
He picked up his phone...
*****
The phone's been rather quiet since this morning.
It's... odd. I had gotten used to the messages.
*****
The cynic in him wanted to ask several awkward questions...
will the room be shared? are you... just... friends?
And perhaps to relentlessly pursue a rather brutal line of questioning.
But he had no right, and it was not his place to do so.
The answers are apparent in his mind though.
One gets used to the way the world works.
When it finally did, post-call fatigue melted away as concern... and fear... filtered in.
He picked up his phone...
*****
The phone's been rather quiet since this morning.
It's... odd. I had gotten used to the messages.
*****
The cynic in him wanted to ask several awkward questions...
will the room be shared? are you... just... friends?
And perhaps to relentlessly pursue a rather brutal line of questioning.
But he had no right, and it was not his place to do so.
The answers are apparent in his mind though.
One gets used to the way the world works.
