On a Street

She stooped down to pick up the clothes strewn across the floor. She placed them neatly in the hamper and made up the bed. She looked around and thought to herself, there’s much more to do.

She walked out of the room and left the house. She left the key with the neighbors, thinking, I would never see them again and yet here I am smiling and joking as if we will always stay friends.

She walked towards her house. I have to stop going to this place, she thought to herself. I have to unlearn those hellos and greetings with the people around here. I would rarely see the sweet couple that sells the most delicious siomai.

As she turned at the corner where she lived, lost in thought, she didn’t see the young man on his bike. He ran into her and they both stumbled onto the pavement.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay…”

“Oh, it’s you.”

He smiled shyly and looked at her with such admiration and awe that she had to look away and gave him a shaky smile.

“Are you hurt?”

“No. I have to go.”


He grabbed hold of her hand. She looked at his bold gesture and was surprised to feel a bit better. She knew then what to do next.

“How about we get some sodas and hang out?”

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