Patience (flash fiction)

Patience, it was really what was lacking. Many would agree with him, if they actually stopped to think about it.

Patience in the line waiting to be served. Patience at the cross-walk as the cars sped by. Patience in your car when traffic annoyed. Patience, a virtue that if practised by all, would create a harmony in most people’s lives.

He himself practised it daily. Even now he crouched behind the dumpster, as he had done for the last two weeks, waiting for her to pass. His patience gave him hope that just once she would turn and see him and when he knew she saw he would…

Patience, he needed to practise patience…


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