Friday, 10 January 2014

Response 2: Chance Meeting

Well, that's that then. I turned the key for the last time, and turned away from the door. Down the short path, past the railing. Crossed the little half-step into the street, as I had done a thousand times before.

I don't know whether it was because I was still looking back at the house, or he was immersed in his phone, or both. But somehow we collided and he went tumbling to the damp pavement. I went to help him up but he was already rising and we bumped again in a cloud of mutual apology and embarrassment.

He stooped for the phone.

"Sorry, I just need to send this. Right, that's done. Done. All done" A note of finality in his voice. Brushed himself off and smiled at me - a little longer than necessary. Then he was away, and I watched his heels disappear around the corner.

1 comment:

  1. Very interesting. Left me asking a lot of questions as well as wondering what happened next. Good use of the theme as I'm not sure what new beginnings would come from this meeting in the future. WINNER.