A little fiction for your Sunday....
She walked toward him, not knowing quite else to do. She’d known all along that he would reappear someday. Someday loosely defined as twenty years from then, or twenty months, or twenty days. She didn’t know in which increment, just that he would eventually reappear.
It had been over twenty years, not months, not weeks, since she’d last seen him.
His posture was the same as she remembered: rocked back on his heels and his hands in his pockets. His gaze was direct, not letting her look away, as much as she wished to. For years she’d waited to see him and now that he was actually standing in front of her, she wasn’t sure she was wise in that want.
“Your hair is turning gray” was the first thing she found herself saying.
His smile was quick, “Yes, it is. Does that surprise you? We’re forty now.” His eyebrows raised in humor.
“Yes, it does surprise me and thanks for the reminder about our birthday”
He cocked his head toward her, allowing him to look at her through his eyelashes. He did this when trying to be endearing. Damn it, if it didn’t still work. “Why does it surprise you?”
Steeling her spine, she looked directly into his eyes “I would have never imagined you would allow it. With your Peter Pan personality.”
His eyes darkened for a minute and then he smiled in response. She blew out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
Changing tact, he swung on his heel and began walking with her. “So, what’s new with you?”
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