The creative paragraph I wrote today.
“What are you doing?” He asks the question gently, out of politeness rather than yearning for response.
She does something with her shoulders then – not quite a shrug, but changing position so she can write and keep the paper in place with one hand. “Investing in my future.” She finishes writing the date before looking up at him. “What are you doing?”
He blinks, once. “Just – floating.” Twice.
She sees right through him before placing her gaze back on the form. All that’s left is a signature, and then her life can begin. “That’s not bad, I suppose.” She studies her own handwriting. “If you’re into that kind of thing.”
“I guess I am,” he says, but by the time he’s gotten around to saying it she’s gone. “There are worse things.”