Cilophyte

"I'm going to play a game", she said, walking out onto the bridge. Typical. The tracks were rusty and the great logs which once held strong were weakening and certainly would buckle at any moment. Again, not original at all. She did not care. Her heart was somewhere else. Her mind was in the moment but all that she cared for was in another place, in another world, just out of reach. He sat. Wondering how he had come across such an individual. Deeply inhaling his cigarette. The smoke hypnotized her. She watched as the coated air floats from his lips. Is it a dream. Yes that is a period. It is a statement, not a question. This surreal s