She was at first startled by the touch, then she saw that it was him. She looked
at him, and into his eyes and smiled. It was the kind of smile from a woman
that lights a fire in a man's heart, or kindles a spark into a blaze. She took
his hand in her right hand with as much gentleness as she had shown in times
past with him. He somehow knew that she had felt all his emotion in his touch
and now he could feel all her emotion in her touch. With one hand she held his
tenderly, but tightly as she stroked the back of his hand with her left hand.
They both allowed silence and emotion fill the air. They did not need to speak,
because there was nothing that needed to be said. They knew they still felt
the same about one another. They relived all their times to together.
Finally after what felt like hours
to him, but had really been less than a minute, she began to walk away again.
She still had her head turned and looked at him and continued to gently rub
his hand. He made no attempt to walk with her. His body was not listening to
that command. It was as though he had no legs. He stretched his arm as she stepped
further away. She stroked his hand one last time and squeezed it then let go.
She turned and walked away. Just as she finally disappeared from sight, time
returned to normal for him.
"Who was she?" his friend had moved
to stand beside him.
"Someone who was a close friend."
"Was? Looked to me like you still
are close friends.........Are you OK?"
