I was just walking, on my way back to work after picking up a fallafel from the Lithuanian cafe on the corner. They hadn’t packed it right and I felt something edging its way out of the rolled up paper, so I stopped and lifted it above my head to check. Only a mint leaf out of place. As I was re-positioning myself to avoid an oncoming car (I had unintentionally meandered towards the road in my horror of losing a crumb from that package), I happened to look across the road. He was coming out of one of those tiny second hand book shops that look like they are always closed. He had short hair, but still it was somehow flopping over his eyes- maybe it was just a momentary time lapse or a hole in the space-time continuum (as our time together always seemed to be), but he looked exactly the same after all these years. It seemed like hours that I stood there, not knowing whether he would see me as well- that one tiny spec of a micro milli-second in time that could change fate..but he didn’t look up. He took his phone out of his pocket and started smiling as he answered it, then veered off down Marcel Road and disappeared out of my life again.

C’est la vie.

As Chloe would say.

I bet she says things like that to him a lot.

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