red
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1 min readJun 29, 2016
A short story by Ernio Hernandez
You crossed the street, turning to stand against the wall opposite where I sip my morning tea.
I stopped writing just to watch you in your bright red jacket as you waited.
You unearthed a bravery that drove me, for once, to make a move.
Your bus nearly swiped me as it turned the corner, stealing you away.
Last night, I painted that wall red hoping you’d notice, or that maybe my memory of you would fade into the background.
