Wednesday 6 August 2008

Tod

‘What are you doing here?’ she asked with a tone of innocence in her voice, like a veil on a wedding dress: ready, anticipating. ‘Just hangin’’ he said with boredom, a bit coy. He was used to this kind of chance encounters, always with someone else, always with a hint of innocence, always a pale, shadowless white. ‘I guess I’m just waiting’ he added putting on a bit friendlier tone. She had to leave for a moment but she was back in no time and started thinking of ways to turn this chance meeting into a fruitful conversation. ‘What are you waiting for?’ she asked then and the smile she received before the answer made her heart melt, told her she was on the right track. ‘Something to happen, someone to call’ and his answer she didn’t like much at all. She didn’t want to know who might call so she turned the conversation to be about the two of them there in the moment. But first she had to go away for a brief moment again. When returning she asked ‘Isn’t something happening now?’ trying to hide the flicker of hope in her voice. He smiled again, that wonderful smile before he replied ‘I guess you are right-’ he paused before continuing ‘I’m Tod’ he said at last introducing himself to the lady. This thing between them however never stood a chance. I was never going to put my phone in a cup of coffee.

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