Stone Archway

He sits down in the corridor, watching the rain coming down outside the archway. She hasn’t arrived.

He watches a middle-aged couple, crying, flowers in hand. He knows the feeling.

She still isn’t here. He’s getting frustrated now.

He reaches back and polishes the brass plaque with his name on.

She hasn’t come for 7 years, he doesn’t know why he thinks she’ll come today.

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