The Muse.
She looked back at Roy.
Finally seeing, after all the years.
That She had been his Muse.
This sudden realisation left her reeling and she clutched the coffee cup tighter, burning her white palm to a bright crimson- hoping that her nerves would jangle some sense back into her fingertips.
And heart.
Paul came back from the airport washroom.
"We really must get going. They have opened the gates." He smiled.
She looked at him closely, scrutinising the man she now loved.
What was so different?
The graffiti in the ladies washroom struck her hard.
It simply said-
She looked back at Roy.
Finally seeing, after all the years.
That She had been his Muse.
This sudden realisation left her reeling and she clutched the coffee cup tighter, burning her white palm to a bright crimson- hoping that her nerves would jangle some sense back into her fingertips.
And heart.
Paul came back from the airport washroom.
"We really must get going. They have opened the gates." He smiled.
She looked at him closely, scrutinising the man she now loved.
What was so different?
The graffiti in the ladies washroom struck her hard.
It simply said-
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