Woman Waiting

Desher Hyland
2 min readFeb 15, 2021

She fidgets with her hands, her right thumb rubbing her left index finger, then thump on her left knuckle. Rub, rub, thump, thump. Her eyes glance left, then right, then jittery left again before settling straight ahead, over the horizon, right in front of her.

He walks up beside her and sits next to her. He looks at her face, then down to her hands. She doesn’t look his way, doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to be aware of his presence at all…