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A quote: “Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.” ~~ Sydney J. Harris
I’ll start with a story …
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She stuck it out until the third act. But the seat beside her, the one for her husband, was empty. Again.
Oh, it was a fine play, one she even thought she would audition for. But the disapproving glance, the slightly tightened jaw muscles put the kibosh on that little fantasy.
She was still looking at her phone after she booked her autonomous ride home when she stepped out to the sidewalk straight into rain.
Great. Her designer dress ruined. Not that he’d notice. Her life was her stage. Acting happy in a marriage that provided her with a fancy house and trimmings. Except … There was no one to blame but herself. Missed her chance years ago.
She remembered too well looking back at Bill, waving, as she left for New York. His face, those eyes …
Her ride arrived and she slipped into back with a sigh, closing her eyes as the car slid back into traffic.
She started, opening her eyes with no idea how long they’d been closed. Panicked she didn’t recognize the neighborhood. It was dark, and as she fumbled for her phone she jumped at the knock on the window. “Hey, are you ok? Are you lost?” and the voice died as the window came down and she found herself staring out at Bill.
“No, I don’t think so.”
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Cameron says: She was beautiful. That was my first thought. Something about the way the light reflected off her had my attention. I walked up to her and she stared at me curiously.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Sorry to bother you but I wanted to at least introduce myself. You seem to be a bit distracted.”
She nodded and pointed to a building. “Do you know that over there was a granary? It was a marvelous structure.”
“Well, yes but time moves on,” I answered. “Nothing wrong with noticing what was lost but-”
“What was lost?” she repeated. “Over there, fields. And there was a blacksmith’s place not far down the road.” She shook her head. “It’s like an entire era just vanished.”
“I wouldn’t say no one cares. It’s just that things change for good and for bad. The needs of a town don’t stay static and neither do the people.”
She frowned. “I guess I’m being nostalgic for something long past.”
I grinned. “I get it. Oh by the way? You’re wrong. That granary was actually the next block over.”
Her eyes widened. “Who are you?”
“Like you, someone that forgot to move on with time. Want to get a drink?”
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