Crystal Hime Blair

Stories from Crystal Hime Blair

Friday, May 5th, 2017

Zoey then paces herself to one end of the fountain at the park. Underneath her breath she counts to five than takes a few paces in the opposite direction. She stops in front of the park bench. She takes her phone out of her purse. She rolls the phone in her hand. She glances down at the black screen. Her fingers trace down the smooth glass of the front of the phone. She pauses at the button at the bottom. Should I text them? No, in the end I would be a bother. They could just be running late. They have lives. Just wait for them like always. The thoughts continue to pierce her mind.