Following (3)
By Robin Zemek
People milled on either side of him. The Charles Bridge was one of the busiest tourist bridges in all of Prague and today it showed: the cameras were out in droves. Every few seconds the air lit up with a flash and the crowds were thick and dense.
David checked his watch.
She was late.
That wasn’t like her. Even if her pattern was having no pattern, she was always punctual.
Maybe she just can’t find me in all these people, David thought.
Maybe that’s what she wants: to tease me, make me squirm, make me think I’ve come so close and she’s alluded me.
I hate it when the ball is in her court, but then again it never leaves. I am always at her mercy. And today she has none.
David walked further down the bridge and stood under an elaborate street lamp.
She wanted to meet here so I wouldn’t cause a scene, so I wouldn’t shoot her or kiss her or both. She wanted to meet now so I couldn’t toss her over the side into the frigid river. She wanted to be safe.
Safe would be not showing up.
Today it looks like she’s playing it safe.
What’s life without risks?
Where’s the passion?
Where’s the obsession?
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