epistolary, life

Randy’s Appointment


His hand froze
above the screen.
Then he thought
“Fuck it” –
and pressed SEND.

He waited.

And waited.

Days passed.

Then it came:
the reply.

At 15:06
in Liverpool Street,
he came too.

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