A goodbye. And an almost. An almost that comes with implications that are too vast to grasp.
My mind goes blank. Blood rushes into my head, my body goes cold. I’m glad I hardly blush.
On the tip of my tongue– What? What did you think?!
But I swallow the words, can imagine the reply, can’t bear to hear the truth, not right now. So I turn around, my legs mechanically leading me down the steps to the subjacent floor. One step at a time. Don’t think, just walk. Dragging along: heavy baggage and an even heavier heart.
what was that what was that what the hell was that is it what i think it is
Confusion. Eyes closed, deep breaths. I’m in the last train to another home. Sit there and stare into nothing. Occupy way too much space. Nobody complains, though – I probably look so miserable and exhausted the other nocturnal passengers take pity on me.
don’t freak out breathe don’t freak out breathe don’t freak out breathe don’t fre– my thoughts go on a rampage. My heart joins.
Disbelief. I fumble for my newly acquired notebook, find it in one of my many bags, scribble into it. Once again writing saves me from losing my mind. I feel calmer with every line I write. One paragraph, one page, two pages.
Dinner to go, eaten on a patch of green. A hot summer evening that slowly fades into a warm night. Plucked blades of grass gradually turning into a delicate tower while the conversation proceeds and the day slips away. Four and a half hours.
My dears, thank you so much for your feedback! I’m having more fun with this challenge than I expected and your comments are very encouraging ❤️ The beginning is the hardest but you made it really easy for me – I think I’m about to get into a flow 😊 have a lovely weekend and take care 🌟