How was he supposed to know how she felt?
It was like he had to be a master detective.
Now they were alone, but he still wasn’t sure if she liked him
That was when she gave him a quick kiss
Too many times he had gone back to the pump
He was doing it again even now
It wasn’t going to change anything. The water wouldn’t be there
Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously
Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge
They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink