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STRANDED

STRANDED

 

Looking out of the wet glass, the street is bustling with shoppers, students, office execs.. eager to go home.
A waitress clear the cups and clean my table .. while a sense of melancholy slips in...

Stranded

 

My wife is waiting, I phone her I'm in a cafe, stranded, no umbrella, how to go home?
Should I leave now, brave the rain or wait it out?

She wants to bring me an umbrella, I told her not to, the rain might stop soon.

She asked me to wait for her as the rain might not stop at all.

too much trouble I just felt

She said she likes it, we can go home together and insist I wait...


So I waited, until the rain subside, I took a last look out of the wet glass and get up to leave,

the waitress ask, "Sir, I thought you said someone will be here to go home with you?"

I replied "No...my wife is at another place, she's stranded too"

She didn't know, huh.. I pretended to use the phone, my mind wanders, my heart longing...

 

 

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A NARRATIVE TALE OF A LONELY OLD MAN

STRANDED

 
Bangkok Shopping Market

Bangkok Shopping Market

SHELTER

SHELTER