4:00 p.m.
Sketch: Picked
Perhaps she always wanted to be the type of girl who could get away with wearing a flower in her hair without looking ridiculous, or maybe she just wanted something beautiful to hold. Whatever the case, she is waiting, silently, on back steps made of deteriorating cement, idly twirling the stem of a pink bloom between her thumb and forefinger. It's the type of thing a girl might do when she's in love, pretending to be patient as she waits for the one who makes her heart beat faster. The one who makes her words get lost in her mouth when she looks in his eyes.
But she is not in love, and she is not waiting for anybody. No one in particular, at least, but, most likely, no one at all. It looks easy -- sitting and twirling a blossom -- but she knows how difficult it is to wait for nothing, to have no expectation coming her way as the summer afternoon stretches relentlessly across her silence, and the only promise the coming evening brings is that of petals falling quietly from the picked flower standing alone in a glass of water next to her kitchen sink.
Perhaps she always wanted to be the type of girl who could get away with wearing a flower in her hair without looking ridiculous, or maybe she just wanted something beautiful to hold. Whatever the case, she is waiting, silently, on back steps made of deteriorating cement, idly twirling the stem of a pink bloom between her thumb and forefinger. It's the type of thing a girl might do when she's in love, pretending to be patient as she waits for the one who makes her heart beat faster. The one who makes her words get lost in her mouth when she looks in his eyes.
But she is not in love, and she is not waiting for anybody. No one in particular, at least, but, most likely, no one at all. It looks easy -- sitting and twirling a blossom -- but she knows how difficult it is to wait for nothing, to have no expectation coming her way as the summer afternoon stretches relentlessly across her silence, and the only promise the coming evening brings is that of petals falling quietly from the picked flower standing alone in a glass of water next to her kitchen sink.
