Gloves
The man wore rubber gloves. I could see him dispose of them out of the corner of my eye. He took a few glances left and right and walked off. I felt like walking off too. I had been waiting for almost an hour now, it was bitterly cold and windy, just to top things off. The sun was still on the other side of the world, warming their hearts and completely neglecting ours. Still, I had to wait. She’d said it was important and I’d never heard her say that before. ‘Wait for me on the bridge’ she had...