"So take this broken offering and make me whole,
Set my feet upon the road that leads me home,
let me walk as one fixed upon the goal,
even though I've got a thousand miles to go..."

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

What happened to my friend?

I tossed the ball her way and waited for it to come sailing back. Instead, she looked at it for a moment, pondered what it could mean, and nonchalantly tossed it to the side of the court. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, she walked away and left me there, still waiting.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Without knowing any of the context, are you sure you're describing a friend?

--Ryan