West Seventh Freelance

“I know you…”

“No one knows me, not really. The world doesn’t allow it. Don’t you know that by now?”

She lifted her coffee cup to her lips, took a final sip and then pushed back the chair. Standing, she walked down the cobbled street- leaving the stranger to wonder what he understood at all.

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