Contact.

I was looking into the big nothing when she ran up to me. Obviously she is well aerobic trained. She was so cool and casual as she stood there in front of me. Not a heavy breath in sight. She wanted to know something. Information I had. Her hair is nice. Waves of the blonde eternity, or something. I bet it is soft. I bet it smells like the first day of snow. I bet it’s easy to run some fingers through. The question was asked, the information was given. Maybe it wasn’t the words I wanted to express. It never is what I want to say. Her voice was low, allmost whispering.

She put her earplugs with music back in. Started running. After four steps she stopped. For a long time she stood there, with her back towards me. It was for too, too long. Maybe because everything stopped. Maybe it was because she stopped. My heart. As she turned around, her hair made spiral of curly blonde waves. She looked into my eyes, and for what it’s worth, I looked into to hers too. Because I hadn’t earlier.  I heard her say thank you. Thank you. My eyes moved back up to her eyes. Blue. She turned back around and the spiral appeared again. Then she ran off. Quick and nimble. No friction.

You’re welcome, I said. She was gone, and left me well alone. She is.

Advertisement