The Stare

[poniesforall]

He had called it her thousand yard stare.

Why was he thinking about her now?  A generation had passed.

He had caught a glimpse of her drifting through the crowd.

She had changed.  THEY had changed, but he remembered that time and that look: her thousand yard stare.  It had contained a myriad of warring emotions.  Desperation, loss, wistfulness and

Comments

[angst_driven]

Wow!

And - Hi! I was wondering where you'd gotten to...

[poniesforall]

Hi back! I don't know why I didn't get a message that you had replied, but thanks! I've been around, just not much in the writing mood. I do like your new header. Ah, memories... Good times.

[angst_driven]

Well don't lurk too much - I look forward to your comments!