A flash, a moment, the point where his thoughts proceeded faster than time itself. Call it imagination or premonition, does it really matter the name? In one second he saw something which could be; in that second he saw with, both absolute clarity and deepest haze.
While on the phone the young woman asks him, "Could you grab my bags for me". He nods with his usual lack of expression, she walks in the hotel still talking to whoever was on the phone. He follows, she turns toward the elevator. The suit and skirt outline her figure as the heals provide height and sway. He stops for a moment seeing nothing else. Then the image strikes him of a loveless marriage, little more than a partnership. She knows he is reliable. He knows her talents and abilities. He sees many nights in hotels on her necessary business. He sees a large house that's empty, certainly not a home. He sees people he doesn't know, who know more than himself. He sees a sad ending, an early brokenness. And just like that he returns. He feels as if he was gone for years but she is only a few more steps ahead of him. He remembers to exhale, then walks on.
So here this story told to me, is again told to you, as our existences intersect before we walk on.
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