Image Copyright: Ted Strutz
Word Count: 100
It’s too early to be drinking, but I am. I’ve been here every day this week, wishing for change. The only thing that has is the funds in my bank account, squandered on hours spent dreaming.
Her promise to meet me here, like we did in better times, was empty. Like a fool, I keep returning. I look out the window again, hoping she’ll pass by. Then what? Our eyes meet, and she forgives me?
I guess I deserve this.
But I miss her. I want nothing more than to convince her of my innocence. I just need the chance.