Leaves of Julia
My feelings f or you are as g o n e as a s w i r l i n g lea f In the Wind Tobias read the note and stared blankly into the blur of crowd beyond him. He had been sitting on the patio at the cafe for over an hour waiting for Julia to show and the server that brought him his first attempt at a Latte mocha swirl was now leaning against the cafe building with her arms folded, glaring. He was semi-conscious of her "I hate you_ why won't you leave or just die" look as his attention drifted back towards his cup of fluff and crumpled napkin. The heap that he was looking at had found his shoe with a slight gust of early October afternoon and bro...