All The Stories

All the stories. The life stories
we don't know, can't know,
will never know.

Her face in the window.
I misread it. In the shot
I saw anguish, sorrow.

A longing?

I felt she should go.

But seconds later she was smiling.
Then laughing.

And him?
I thought he was a villain.
I thought he was giving her a hard time.

And the bloke behind. Their friend?
I thought they were ganging up on her.
Coercing her
into doing something against her will.

And that girl with the phone.
A text is being sent.
Who's that to?

Not me.

You?


The Story