Our eyes met, but we didn't speak. We exchanged glances and smiled at our little game. The sun was setting, golden rays hanging in the humid air. I stood up to leave. She watched me closely, smiling. I scribbled a note on the table. I looked at her, and at what I'd written. I smiled too, licked my thumb and I wiped it all away. Nothing left but a smudge and the first letter of my first name. She mouthed something, silently. Walking away, I strained my ears. Quiet, but for my own footsteps. Still, I smiled at our game.
D.M. about 6 years ago
Welcome! An interesting form of graffiti.