Being Brought Across
by Imajiru
imajiru@mindspring.com
imajiru@unicorn-x.net
April 10, 1996

"Nick," she said decisively, "I want you to bring me 
across."

He sighed.  Why did it always come to this?  "But Nat..."

"We can't be together unless you bring me across," she said 
obstinately.  "Nick, if you truly care..."

And he sighed again, and acquiesced.

Reaching out, he touched the button affixed to the pole -- 
moments later, the traffic light changed to red, and the 
pedestrian sign obligingly began to blink "WALK".

"I hate to cross this street alone," Nat reminded him.  
"Now, if you'd met me on the *west* side of Yonge Street, 
like we agreed..."

For the third time in seven paragraphs, Nick sighed.  "Yes, 
Nat," he said.

=======warm fuzzies!/im