Gone Postal

Their first conversation lasted for hours. It was supposed to be business - simple questions like who are you? What do you do? How do you do it? And then she asked why, and the answer was too long and complicated for the allotted half hour. It didn’t matter, because neither of them wanted the conversation to end. And months after, they found themselves in that almost wordless state, where questions don’t need to be asked and answers can be read in the way the finger is placed on the bottom lip. Where all you need are glances, and movements are so meaningful you forget what it’s like to need to speak.

5 March 2012 • 6 notes

oh melay