A Quiet Afternoon

by herespang

I stood, and waited, in silence--as the nearby youths played--I took deep breaths that drew no sounds. Later that day, I sat and enjoyed a piece of flan. It was a good day.

I stood, and waited, in silence–as the nearby youths played in their spring-time zest–I took deep breaths that drew no sounds. Later that day, I sat and enjoyed a piece of flan. It was a good day.