#83 “He would never talk, only listen.”

I was in a foreign country. The sky was a twilight, and the city had mystery to it. The streets were empty, but it wasn’t scary in any way. Only serene. I was with my dad, and we were walking across these streets. We got behind a large building, to what looked like a park with picnic tables. Kids were playing soccer there, and I could spy a handsome man from across the field leaning against a picnic table. My dad just got this new phone that he could take 8.1 megapixel pictures with. This man was a celebrity, but I don’t remember who. I recognized him and walked over to him. He would never talk, only listen. The answers to my questions would be in his eyes. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. He had hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed in days. Wearing dark jeans, a white v-neck shirt, and a black leather jacket. We took a picture with him, and walked away. We walked to another part of the city, to another park again. My friends were all sitting there and so was my sister. She told me that he was in our family, and that I was like a sister to him. I was so disappointed. In that state of disappointment, I woke up.



  1. Interesting

  2. Seems like you are a real expert. Did ya study about the issue? lawl

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