Untied

As I ws making my way toward the library, I decided to detour through the park and slowly saunter around. I noticed that my showlace had come undone. Fortnately, there was bench nearby and I sat down before I done more damage to the ends by stepping on them.

As I examined the end, which had been damaged, a woman walked up to me and said, "hello Sam". I had gone to high school with her but I couldn't remember her name. She began asking me questions about my own personal details. Through the course of our chit chat, I noticed that she was flaring a performance my way. Her eyes were shining and she smiled in the most beautiful and beckoning way. I had the feeling that my personal space was enveloped within her personal space and we merged into a single unit. The feeling of inexplicable excitement transformed our merged cacoon into an expecting pregnancy of drama and hope. She asked me whether I would meet her for a drink that same evening. Although I was caught up in the sudden euphoria of expecting sexual intercourse with this beautiful woman, I thanked her and declined her invitation.

She smiled and stood up and said that it was nice to bump into me. But her demeanour changed now and she seemed to act through the pang of my unintended insult. We beckoned good-bye and I tied my shoelace. The end had been damaged to the point that I would have to replace my laces.

I continued to meander through the park and as I did, I remembered her name. And as I did, a feeling of gentle sadness blushed through my awareness.