Next Stop

Written by: Collette Cottingham

 

The train squealed along the tracks. He was on course, but there would be a small detour. A detour he happily took anytime he was in this area or a close vicinity.

He tried to gaze through the windows, but the graffiti scratches made it impossible to see anything clearly. Instead he closed his eyes and let time take over.

The overhead conductor announced “Next stop Prospect Mirae.” He leaped from his seat and headed into the square. As he turned the corner of the square his stomach began to flip flop. He pulled open the shop door. His heart began to flutter.

Saran was reorganized the books. Her long brown hair tossed in a ponytail. She looked up at him.

“May I help you.”

He waved his hand across her face,“ I had a rough day. I am sorry to intrude. It is impossible to live without you. You are me and I am you. I miss you every day.”

He removed his glove and ran his hand down her soft cheek.“You do not know me in this lifetime. I am being punished for my last life. They don’t know I found you. I am angry they stuck you in a simple book shop. You are strong and powerful, many tremble in your presence, myself included, even now I tremble. We are cut from the same cloth. We are one. Yet they continue to separate us. They fear the outcome of our strength. I love you my dear.”

He embraced her and smelled her hair. “I feel better now. You give me the strength to go on. Feel my love, I am forever yours for all eternity.”

He leaned in and gently kissed her soft lips. “I have to depart my dear. I can only freeze time for a few moments otherwise they will notice.”

He stepped back and gaze at her, “just the sight of you calms me. You are my everything, you know that deep inside.” One quick hug and he waved his hand back in front of her face.

“Can I help you sir?”

“You already have, thank you”

He headed back to the train.