AnElephantCant count steps
He doesn’t know if there are six or seven
He runs out of fingers
But the question still lingers
Is this the stairway that leads to heaven
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Or he will sulk.
She knows he is watching as she climbs the steps.
She knows he has always loved to watch her walk.
Ever since that first time.
In this very spot.
She knew she was pretty, even in her school uniform, just sixteen years old.
My friend likes you, she told him.
What will I tell her?
Tell her I like you.
She tried to be cool, dispassionate, but he seemed to see right inside her.
She knew he was watching as she climbed the steps.
It is now 25 years and two children later.
She has just told him it is over, finally.
She tries to be cool, dispassionate, as she reaches the top, resisting the impulse to look round as she turns into the lane.
She barely has time to notice his van there before the cloth covers her face and she breathes the ether into her lungs.