I'd still love to know what she saw in me during those few short weeks.
Sometimes, I see her in distant crowds. I try to ensure she doesn't see me, but I suspect she's picked me out once or twice. I'm not sure who's likely to be more embarrassed by memories of our brief liaison, her or me. We simply needed each other at the time, but it turned out that her need for me was even more short-term than my need for her. And it was hardly ideal for morale to discover that I wasn't even her only one.
I'd still love to know what she saw in me during those few short weeks.
Sue Clayton
17/7/2020 08:09:06 am
They were both "user friendly" at a time of need and maybe when she picked him out in the crowds she remembered what an exceptional person he'd been. Thoughtful piece, Gordon.
Mary Wallace
17/7/2020 02:06:16 pm
Ah the ones who stay in our memories are the ones who didn't stay long enough to lose their allure.
Swapan k Banerjee
17/7/2020 07:05:18 pm
Wispy and wistful. You whet the reader's appetite. Let the volcano erupt a little more. Just stretch it on a bit thick, Gordon! A novella out of it is waiting in the wings! Comments are closed.
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