I thought saw him on the early train, with his black plaid jacket and his hair all rainy.
He nodded once, but it might have been a simple acknowledgment of this dreary Monday and tasks awaiting.
Then he was behind me in the coffee line—I smelled his aftershave and heard him tapping on his phone.
My bracelet buzzed and it was the sign I’d been waiting for all this time.
I ran to the pier, tripping on the stones, and stared at the bay as the graceful seagulls swooped down low.
The pale sun had faded away when they came to collect me and put me on the last train home.
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Written for Six Sentence Story.
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