What are you passionate about?
The question startled me. We were half an hour in our journey. The train carriage was empty. We exchanged curtsey nodes and hellos . She was reading Love in the Time of Cholera, which I thought odd for a girl in her age and with her looks. I was reading Kafka’s biography and hating it!
She was pretty enough for me to wanting to chat her up, but I wasn’t prepared for her question.
To be continued
May 17, 2017
c'est la vie 