The car jolted as it slowed quickly to avoid the couple who were dawdling across the intersection, oblivious to the electric tram that had snuck up the tracks upon which the my walked.
He wasn't prepared for the sudden change in motion and grabbed instinctively for the pole in front, his hand landing squarely upon the warmth of hers, as she had beaten him to it, to steady her own feet. He paused a moment unable to let go as the momentum of the now accelerating car held them together, as if the driver was complicit, cupid whispering in his ear.
He didn't know her, but had seen her once, several weeks earlier and each time he boarded on his way to or from work, he hoped. Childish fantasies he would tell himself, the hopes of the inexperienced who still believed in destiny and the kindness of chance encounters. He was old enough to know better, but the mind wanders as it does and cares surprisingly little for logic, when it doesn't have to speak aloud.
His hand released his grip, a grip he had attempted to make as gentle as he could, as if it would be a signal of his interest. She looked up at him and his own eyes gave his thoughts away, a blush deepening on his skin and she seemed to relish in his discomfort.
She held his eyes and as much as he wanted to look away, he knew he must not. She was confident, despite her frame and there was a steel in her gaze that told that she was more experienced than first appearance would indicate.
He liked that - it is what had caught his attention in the first place. The way she carried herself, the way she moved through the crowd as if floating aimlessly, yet completely aware of the position of every obstacle in her path and her relationship with it. See less integration into her environment, no wasted energy expenditure.
The corner of her lip ever so slightly curled and her eyes closed evet so gently as she turned and looked away out of the window at the couple on the side of the road, still looks of surprise on their faces at the tram running next to them. His eyes had followed hers.
Moments, milliseconds, had passed, yet he felt like he had already spoken, already won her heart, her hand and they had lived a life, their children moved away, with children of their own. The reality of time in the mind is that it is not bound by a clock face, it lives its own speed.
His mind wandered as he moved his focus back to her face and again, he was slower, she had again beaten him to it, the upturned lip a little more obvious. The shine in her eyes were far more, cat with a ball of yarn, than human.
This time, he looked down toward her shoes. Navy blue heels - he wondered how she was able to navigate the aisle as she does in them. He was suddenly aware he was staring and moved back to her eyes, eyes that now seemed to have taken in the color of her heels.
She hadn't stopped looking at him as he had glanced down and she wondered to herself whether he remembered her from those weeks earlier. She had seen him look, but was unsure if it was a look of passing interest, or something more. Little girl desires, she knew better than to care what a man thought of her, yet there she was, caring.
She kept his eyes this time though, not wanting to let go, not wanting to have to wait more weeks with him in her thoughts each time she got onto the tram, every time she even saw a tram.
She had thought about what she would say when the opportunity arose and she imagined handing him her card, or writing her number onto his palm, but nothing seemed right for the tram. What a terrible place to fall in love.
He could see her thinking and he knew that the trip wouldn't last for much longer. Of he was going to act it would have to be soon, but he had no idea what to say or do, he had played it through a thousand times, yet nothing felt like him, or all seemed forced, unnatural and clumsy, even in his head.
The tram pulled to a stop and they liked at each other, neither wanting to move, but she knew it was her stop and she reluctantly pulled herself into the aisle, drew a smile she hoped looked unforced and stepped lightly away and into the exiting crowd. His eyes following, until he felt a pull at his sleeve.
The elderly woman smiled at him, leaned in and said in a voice soft enough that he shouldn't have heard her speak,
"Go. Don't think."
Taraz
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😌 very nice. Reminds of those moments as a youth. Like the Old lady element at the end. The elderly voice of wisdom, witness to it all and knowing what was playing out before her. Nice man. Thanks for giving me a smile over my morning coffee before the staff arrive.
Perhaps in her past, the old woman had thought to much and stayed. Regret turned toward wisdom.
Glad you enjoyed it. I haven't written any fiction for a very long time.
nice escae for me drinking my coffee at the dive shop on my own before it all starts. just got my morning blog off and was browsing. it made me smile
I like being able to offer an escape for someone at least :)
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ENGAGEtokens.Beautiful story. The beggining of a great romance. I guess indecisions can make us lose opportunities, but in the case of romance in public places, now people have to think it twice or more before either makes a move. The world is more dangerous now, I guess.
Perhaps the world is more dangerous, or maybe we are more fearful? Hard to say. We tend to be threatened by what we know and what we know is what the media have told us. They collect the worst of the world and make it look like it is normal.
Yes, there is some truth to that too. But when it comes to socializing with strangers in the city: "better safe than sorry", I'm always told. I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt, but that's probably because I am young. My parents always scold me for that.
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ENGAGEtokens.Sounds like the start of... well could be cutesy love story or could be epic adventure where the unsuspecting couple that almost got hit by tram were actually the antagonists all along 😆
The plot thickens!
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ENGAGEtokens.Very nicely done. I still believe in magic even though I'm probably old enough to pursue the old woman :)
Nothing wrong with a little experience under the belt :)
This is beautiful. Such chemical romance really does exist. I haven't experienced it, probably never will. But I believe it does. It's worth looking forward to.
I am lucky enough to have experienced it, taken the opportunity and live it daily. Be the best version of yourself you can be, that is all the preparation one can do.
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Very fitting.
Luck and chance, pretty much the biggest influences on life.
This is a great story! I would like to read your stories. You should share with us more often.
I don't write them often - but I enjoy it so should :)
I love to read books since my childhood. My childhood dream was to be a writer! :D Sometimes I write small stories. But I usually write sad stories. I don't know why.
Is this the beginning of what I think about?
It depends on what you are thinking about :D
I look forward to continuing :)
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