Unfinished Stories

Mike sat at the computer while Andrea cut photos out of a half-foot stack of magazines. the clippings, which she pressed with a glue stick onto a posterboard collage, were women's forms, women's faces, women's lips, and skirts.

"When does he get here?" she asked, not looking up.

"He should be here already. I hope he didn't get lost. I probably should have gone to the train station to meet him."

"He took the train from Vancouver?"

"Yup, three days."

"Romantic," she said, attacking a makeup add with scissors. "Romantic, but, stupid."