I could hear them arguing beside me, she had tears in her eyes but beyound that she seemed confident. She spoke little and cried alot. He did nothing to soothe her "pain". At some point she was absent-minded, he stood there just staring at her. Finally she spoke, "am not doing this with you". He grabbed her hand almost immediately and she yanked it free so hard that the bench shook. She pulled a huge piece of rock from her third finger and threw it at him while his kness kissed the ground.
Culled from "tales at the motor park" by #girlfromthesouth

His shirt was ruffled, his hair held traces of the old mattress he had laid on the previous night. The back of his shirt had frayed edges that told his story. Despite his neatly trimmed nails he had his hand under his chin and leaned carefully on his bag.
His bag had obviously been packed by a woman. Next she touched his cheeks gently, looking intently into his eyes as if she  were noting the "heartbeat" of his soul and said, "Stay safe,I Love you!!!"
Culled from "tales at the motorpark" by #girlfromthesouth

TALES FROM THE MOTO-PARK

Tales from the motorpark is a collection of brief moments between travellers and the people they leave behind. This collection captures very short conversations I eavesdropped on or practically read the lips of the conversationists. Please take a glass of lemonade and enjoy the ride.