Having had clearance from Security, Susanna fumbled in her bag as she made her way towards the gift table before withdrawing a small, round box, wrapped in dark blue paper. She knew, inside, carefully cushioned, was a cystal she'd found a few years ago, a deep purple colour - perfect for the colour scheme, she thought. A note was cushioned somewhere inside it, with few words on: Congratulations on your wedding! Wish you all the best for the future, Susanna Samuels, 5th Floor.
Reaching the table, she smiled at the man there, placing the small box with the round crystal on the table.
__________________ listen and you can hear the distant sounds
of someone humming a familiar song
the sounds of raindrops echo across the horizon
and shoot your wish up to the sky |