33rd and Broadway
her soft, tired hand grips the pen for one more note, letter, the "e" in love, the "u" in you, her green eyes stare out of the window pain, 33rd floor, 33rd street, 33 years, and then, the napkin of which she wrote begins it's decent from 33rd down to Broadway. Just a fainting memory, a fainting... Sign in to see full entry.