The market was crowded, lot of noises, people chatting out loud.
I didn’t want to lose you so I grabbed your hand.
Felt so different, so distant. I thought: what could I possibly have done wrong?
I had to stop, ask you why, then I realized…
it wasn’t your hand.
Heidi Beltran lives in Buenos Aires, Argentina. She has seen the evidence of God’s love daily throughout life.
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong ID, and a cop car slowly following her. Deep breath, big smile, “can I help you officer?” A bank robbery? Here? Now? Suspect resembles me? I’ll go with you. Teller remembers: hair, coat, height, age, the same.
Thankfully the culprit wasn’t also eight months pregnant.
Eileen searches her own memory bank for possible subjects. Life being lived twice over.
My eyes widened in shock as I saw him kneeling before me. A handsome gentleman was right there on his knees with a ring in his hand. I didn’t know who he was, but I was ready to accept anyways. “Will you marry me, Joanne?” he said.
My name’s Brandon.
Ash K. Gray is an amateur young writer. They’ve written several short stories and a few articles, mainly for fun. They mostly write comedy, parody or psychological thrillers, but may occasionally try a different genre.
When I saw him the other day, I felt the strangest urge to strike up a conversation. Most peculiar, seeing as we’ve hardly been close. But the moment passed and I saw it wasn’t him, remembered it couldn’t be so.
A curiosity indeed that we’re always friendlier towards the dead.
Gretchen wants to make being out of place her comfort zone, so she’s going to keep on sharing her thoughts.