Strange meeting

I saw her from the corner of my eye.

Older, dressed differently. Deep in conversation with her friends.

But that voice.

Unmistakable.

There was still music in it. Just like I remembered.

I stood closer, trying to catch her eye, feeling more and more uncomfortable as I waited for a break in the conversation. Finally, she noticed me. “Can I help you?” No, recognition, no music anymore.

Remember when we were lovers? I thought. “Sorry, thought you were someone else”.

“Who was that?” my girlfriend asked.

“Just someone I used to know.” I said and tuned back to my affairs.

Written by Peter Larsen

Peter is a secondary teacher at Traralgon College in Victoria, Australia.

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