Today, an old lady sat in the corner of the room. She's a pretty old lady, with chaffed hands and a hardy looking face, every day she sits in that corner of the room looking blankly out in distance of the window.
She's always watching out the window, as if she's waiting for someone.
She hasn't had a visitor for months, her children live away, her husband died a few years ago. So I just wonder who she's waiting for, is it her long lost lover from an awful love affair from when she was young, or is she just confused and waiting for her husband to come back from the shop?
You can never tell, she's just the lady who waits, the lady who sits in the corner staring blankly out the window.
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