27 October 2012
'What is wrong with you?' his wife asked, irritated at that far away look he had on his face again. 'Nothing' he snapped, 'nothing, I'm just tired' he said trying to soften his tone. He was lying of course. Since he'd been to the conference he couldn't get the face of that beautiful young woman out of his head. They had only spent an hour or so together and even that was in the company of his colleagues. But there was something electric between them. Some sort of spark. He had tried his hardest to forget her. After all, it was unlikely that they would ever meet again but still, her face was everywhere. He tried desperately to remember the sound of her voice. Lost in thought he looked up and saw the angry and confused face of his wife staring at him. 'What is it?' she asked. 'What's wrong?' He took a breath and tried to exhale the image of the face that tortured his thoughts. He forced a smile. 'Nothing's wrong my darling. Nothing at all' but as he said it he placed his hand into his pocket and felt his wallet. She'd given him her card. Her business card with her number just waiting to be called. He couldn't. He shouldn't. Should he?
Worlds Apart Pt II • Opuss № I