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March 5, 2012 / Keely

A Matter of Time

Abigail Monroe stood silently, eyes distant and hands clasped below her waist. Kids bounded out of the red brick school building with a sense of elation usually possessed by adults who just won the lottery. Running to nowhere and everywhere at all once, the simple joy found in the ticking clock had not yet reversed itself. As a homeless man stumbled by, she felt a twinge of kinship. Abigail waited daily for the child she never had with the man she never married after the date she never went on with the one she bounded by, believing time would wait.

Written by Lauren Jonik

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