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A Brief Encounter
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It was a grey November day and
the wind had brought the rain. I glanced out through the window,
rivulets formed on the pane. “Time to close the shop” I thought,
“It’s time to make for home, time to tread that cobbled labyrinth,
that elaborate honeycomb.”
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I donned my heavy winter overcoat
and raised the collar high, I stepped out into the deserted
streets and eyed the leaden sky. The clouds were dark and ominous.
A deluge was in store, I’d have to step out smartly or I’d get
soaked through to the core. |
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I secured the shop and glanced around,
then set off at quite a pace, the wind was strong and blustery
driving the rain into my face. I walked, head bowed, turned
slightly left, seeking protection from the storm, hunched and
huddled deep within my coat, to keep my body warm.
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The inevitable, it happened, whilst
my mind was elsewhere occupied, I collided with this lady, then
just stood there stupefied. Our eyes flashed in annoyance as
they locked in a defiant stare, we just stood there as the rain
fell around us, somehow we didn’t seem to care. |
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Her eyes they softened into deep
brown pools, a radiant smile lit up her face, for me, the sun
broke through the clouds, of the rain there was no trace.
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Orchestrated music filled my head
and dispelled that bleak November air, my eyes took in that
angelic face framed by scented, auburn hair. |
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In those few seconds we lived a
lifetime that was full of warmth and love, It ended as the lightening
flashed, in those leaden skies above. I will remember that brief
encounter until my dying day, and the way she turned and smiled
at me, then quickly walked away. |
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Brief Encounter (Audio) |
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