Richard Dunn: Richard regarded his solitude as something sacred. As a well earned badge of honor. A cloak to be worn as his safety. Solitude is who he was. This caused those in his life to view him with a barely veiled contempt . Maybe it was because he gave nothing and received nothing in return. In any case, the situation had become intolerable. The closest things he had to friends were either imaginary or extinct. Richard had reached a point in his life where it was no longer enough. And then he met a girl. And she was warm and she was sad and she was maybe lonely in a way that reminded him of himself. And she knew things and she taught him. And Richard thought: “Maybe this is what friendship feels like.”
Maybe.
It was just a glimpse that had barely began, really. But in those long few winter days, she’d given him so much. Enough so that Richard could go on. And what had he given her? Just a few words on a page. Not much, perhaps. But for Abby, he hoped it was enough.
Maybe.
It was just a glimpse that had barely began, really. But in those long few winter days, she’d given him so much. Enough so that Richard could go on. And what had he given her? Just a few words on a page. Not much, perhaps. But for Abby, he hoped it was enough.
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