Sleepwalking my way through life: All a matter of timing



All a matter of timing

The sun was sinking behind the buildings, making a shadowy orange glow that spread across the ground and rested on the treetops. The sound of rushing cars filled the air, but when there was a pause in unending traffic you could here the slight twitter of birds and – if you listened carefully enough – the sound of laughter. A slight breeze blew a few leaves over my feet as I walked through the park, heading towards a group of benches for a rest.

The place was moderately busy; a few people dotted here and there, some sitting at the fountain reading a newspaper, some were merely chatting in animated groups. But there was one person who caught my eye, and she was walking towards the same benches as I was. She was familiar; her dark, sunken eyes and sad smile automatically started off a search in my mind. The solution came faster than expected, and I looked at her in awe.

“Holy shit.”

I hadn’t seen her for a good few months now, and the manner of her disappearance had led me to believe that I would never see her again. And there she was; alive, kicking and ten feet away.

Well I’ll be damned.

I stood where I was, struck dumb by what to do next. She sat down on the bench I was aiming for and gazed round the buildings in quiet wonderment with her back to me. What could I do? I could walk over and say to her; beginning a conversation that would end pleasantly or in a train wreck. I mean, she disappeared for a reason didn’t she? What right do I have to undo her act of departure?

My legs found feeling again and I resumed my walk to the benches with a smirk on m face. If she wanted to stay hidden then she should have been more careful. She was engrossed in writing something on a notepad when I sat down on the other end of the bench. I looked at the buildings around me as she had done, drinking in the sunset and silhouetted towers. I closed my eyes and felt the cold sun on my face.

“Long time no see.”

I looked to where she was sitting, but she was gone. I looked up and saw her walking away, her hair swishing in her stride and her head bent down to avoid eye contact. She hadn’t even noticed me. I sat on the bench and watched her go, smiling at the mere moments that I had just missed her by. She was out of sight in a matter of seconds, and I was left alone on the bench.

She’ll be back. Eventually.
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3 Comments:

At 2:44 pm, Anonymous Jules said...

My legs found feeling again and I resumed my walk to the benches with a smirk on m face. If she wanted to stay hidden then she should have been more careful.

This struck me as highly evil. :)

 
At 11:00 am, Anonymous gary said...

WHO WAS IT?]


YA BIG SUSPENSER

 
At 1:32 am, Anonymous Joe said...

Heh heh, no one you know dear Gary.

-Joe

 

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