Thursday, December 27, 2012

690. Don't count your chickens before they've hatched

The shopkeeper's sweater was frayed at the cuffs.
His eyes followed the woman with interest as she entered the stacks.
He saw her again, weaving in and out of the shelves carrying a stack of books.
His eyes followed her with sadness as she deposited the books on a stray pile and left the store.