“YOU HAVE TO WRITE MILLIONS OF WORDS NO ONE IS EVER GOING TO SEE BEFORE YOU CAN WRITE THE ONES THAT WILL CHANGE SOMEONE’S LIFE.” Joe Bunting – The Write Practice.
The wind was whipping around our faces as we stood facing one another. I kept pushing my hair out of my eyes and my mouth. He didn’t have that problem. His hair was short. The air was chilly and our noses were red. We kept looking at the people around us, rushing to catch their train. Running to meet someone. Dragging a suitcase on wheels behind them. We kept looking around because we didn’t want to look at one another. Then we heard it. The loud train whistle telling us that it was finally here. Still we didn’t speak but we did look at one another.
I dropped my head. He put his hand on my chin and lifted my face so he could look at me. I wanted to hide my tears but it was too late. The train stopped in back of him. He turned to look at it. “Wouldn’t you know, it was on time this time.” Suddenly he grabbed me to his chest and we hugged as if we were dogs who refused to give up our bone. I sobbed softly into his chest. He held me tighter.
“All aboard,” shouted the ticket man.
My tears turned to hiccups. I couldn’t stop the sobs or the hiccups. He wiped my tears away with his thumb. He lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was tender yet so moving. I almost couldn’t breathe. It was over too soon. We dropped our arms looking at one another. He bent to grab the handle of his suitcase and moved toward the door of the train. I didn’t move. I just watched him go. He lifted his suitcase onto the train.
“I’ll call as soon as I get there.”
He smiled and waved. I tried to smile. I nodded my head and waved.
Then he was gone.