Chance Encounter

I didn’t ask for it to be over. But then again I didn’t ask for it to begin. For that’s the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunset.
— Javan

She: I’m busy. Job to do. Focused. When I look up and lock eyes with my past, my heart stops.

He: Funny how not thinking has the potential of landing someone in trouble. I wasn’t thinking that day — just doing my job — when I saw her seated among her friends, her silken hair catching the sun and looking like a halo. Too bad she wasn’t an angel.

She: Amazing that your face hasn’t changed. You’re still lean and taut, still well-dressed in a casual sort of way. I see the shock in your eyes at recognizing me, followed instantly by your turning away.

He: I can’t meet her stare. Won’t meet it. I feel her charm pulling me in, drowning me once again. I’m too vulnerable around her, too much putty in her hands. Grow a spine, man.

She: Look at me! I can feel you wavering. Has it really been that long? Fifteen years? Sixteen? No matter. In that solitary space of time, I feel as I felt before, when two were one and our hearts beat together. You felt it, too, didn’t you?

He: When faced with danger, men fight or flee. I can’t fight her, not again. She’s all I ever wanted, but kicking me under the bus all those years ago didn’t endear her to me. Now I take the saner option and flee.

She: I leave my colleagues determined to find you. Talk to you. Make you understand. I wasn’t myself back then. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. Give me two minutes to say I’m sorry. Please?

He: Wait, she’s getting up. I know that look in her eyes. She means business. Fine, if that’s the way she wants it. But I never told her how good I am at Hide-and-Seek. Now that skill comes in handy, as I ease among the crowd, behind walls, sidling here and there, always with an eye glued toward her obvious searching for me.

She: Where are you? I can’t ask forgiveness if I can’t find you. You were here — I saw you, felt your magnetism. How could you have escaped so easily? Am I losing my touch?

He: Whew! Safe at last. Talk about a close call! Did she really think we could just pick up where we left off? Uh-uh, not happening. I mean, as soon as I saw that ring on her finger, I knew she was off-limits!

31 thoughts on “Chance Encounter

  1. Those chance meetings with the past can be interesting, for sure. I’ve experienced a couple, because of my blog. The people who have popped up ran the gamut from just acquaintances to more than friends, but in every case, it still was a little strange. Always, there was this kind of internal dialogue: do I want to respond? how should I respond? And so on.

    And we never know what the other person’s thinking — not for certain. Nicely done!

  2. Debbie, like your other reader, Audrey, you had me completely drawn in. GORGEOUSLY written! I can see a whole book or movie being written solely around this one encounter. I love the ending.

    And I also LOVE the quote you shared!

    Have a super rest of your week, my friend!

  3. I love the contrast of emotions and perspective here. Two very different views of the same situation. But the RING! I didn’t see that coming! This was very captivating, Debbie! Loved it!

  4. This is great, Debbie – has the ring of truth about it! It’s a good thing we don’t always know what’s going through other people’s minds, though it might cut down on misunderstandings…

    • Thanks for your review, FF — yes, I imagine you’re right. If people said everything they were thinking…uh, no, maybe we’re all better off not knowing some stuff, heehee!

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